The sword seller, dressed in red, deserves applause for the prankster.

From the bamboo forest, a man of exceptionally handsome appearance emerged, his smile like that of a god, his entire being exuding an aura of transcendence from the mundane world, each step radiating brilliance, each movement divine.

He was wearing a kasaya, with prayer beads in his hands, and was tall.

"Amitabha."

"Esteemed benefactors, this humble monk was merely passing by and never expected to find you all here. It is truly a matter of fate."

Everyone present knew exactly who this person was.

The greatest genius of our time, a born Buddha—Jingming!

Yu Wuxin's vision went black on the spot.

Damn, that damned monk... he probably came over after smelling the melon.

The others weren't much better off; their faces were filled with astonishment. What to do...? Their minds were completely blank.

Was the one who had been spying all along Jingming?

Seeing that everyone was silent, Jingming said gently, "Why are you all so quiet?"

Suddenly, he smiled and shook his head.

"It seems I've arrived at an inopportune time. I've disturbed you all. I'll take my leave now."

He seemed oblivious to everything, as if he were just passing by, calmly walking towards the training camp, as steady as a mountain.

Everyone else was stunned and made way for him.

When he passed by Chi Miao, Chi Miao rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're just pretending."

I've never seen anyone who can act better than her.

Jingming pretended not to hear.

Chi Miao's eyes widened. Still pretending?!

She reached out and grabbed Jingming's protruding ear: "Try pretending again?!"

"!!!"

The others were terrified; they wanted to make a sound but were so frightened that they couldn't utter a single word.

What are you doing, you silly goose!

This is Jingming!

Disciple of Buddha!

You're on someone else's turf! Pulling the ear of a Buddhist monk? Don't you want to live in this place anymore?!

However... Jingming's ears do look and feel really good, and they want to grab them too.

Jingming's ear was grabbed, causing him to lean towards Chi Miao, but he did not fall, demonstrating his remarkable stability.

Despite Chi Miao's presumptuous actions, he still adopted an attitude of "Buddha's compassion, saving all sentient beings": "What is Benefactor Chi Miao saying? This humble monk does not understand."

Chi Miao also pretended, mimicking his smile: "If you don't understand, you won't let me grab your ears. If you keep pretending, don't blame me for being impolite."

"You don't want others to know that you're this kind of person behind people's backs, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Jingming slightly opened his eyes again.

Those narrow eyes were filled with compassion, and... indifference.

From a young age, he witnessed the lives of all beings and listened to their wishes at the Golden Buddha Temple, gently and compassionately conveying these messages on behalf of the gods and Buddhas.

"Buddha will protect you."

However, he felt only boredom.

Everyone longs to receive the attention of the gods and Buddhas in the Buddhist temple and to be granted blessings.

Some seek wealth, some seek power, and some seek life.

Everyone has their own desires, but those who are idle and unproductive throughout their lives seek them but cannot obtain them, and thus build their faith in the temple in front of the Buddha.

Ultimately, it's simply a matter of being unable to do what one wants.

If gods and Buddhas truly exist, then why do people suffer and seek so much?

It's just the wishful thinking of a mortal with no ability.

Besides, if humans don't care about the life and death of ants, how could gods and Buddhas care about human life and death if they truly exist?

To place one's hopes on others is utterly foolish.

Everyone knows he was born a Buddha, but no one knows he was also born heartless.

"interesting."

Based on the previous note, he was only fifty percent certain that Chi Miao knew it was him.

He was only at the Golden Core stage. The moment Chi Miao tried to grab him, he could have dodged, but he didn't.

He was putting on an act for two reasons: to avoid suspicion and to test the waters.

To test the depth of Chi Miao's abilities.

Clearly, Chi Miao had figured it out.

Chi Miao was certain it was him.

She saw right through him.

How can you be so sure it's me, a humble monk?

The moment Jingming's eyes fixed on Chi Miao, Chi Miao felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Jingming is far more terrifying than it appears on the surface.

But what is she afraid of?

Even if she's terrifying, we still can't touch her.

Anyone who touches this will die!

She said, "The note you gave me was imbued with spiritual power, although you deliberately concealed it so that no one else could recognize it."

"But you're one step behind; you don't understand me."

After saying that, she spread her hands and did nothing, and the spiritual energy naturally and naturally flowed towards her.

A look of surprise flashed in Jingming's eyes.

Such a strong affinity with spiritual energy!

No wonder...

"As expected of someone who has achieved the Foundation Establishment of the Heavenly Dao."

Chi Miao pouted, "It's alright, just average."

Jingming: "..."

Easy to install.

Jingming exhaled and stopped pretending to be as compassionate as usual.

He opened his eyes wide, all traces of compassion gone.

Chi Miao: "You're not pretending anymore?"

Jingming: "You've already been seen through, what are you pretending for?"

He then added a sentence.

"Besides my master, you're the first person I've ever seen like this."

Chi Miao replied calmly, "Oh."

oh?

Just one?!

Jingming was stunned, then emphasized again: "You are the first one."

Chi Miao: "And then? Should I set off fireworks to celebrate?"

Jingming: "...There's absolutely no need for that."

For a moment, we didn't know what to talk about.

Even someone as good at pretending as him couldn't out-pretend as Chi Miao.

To admit defeat is an admission of inferiority.

He glanced at Chi Miao secretly.

They discovered that Chi Miao was looking for something.

What are you looking for?

Just then, a shovel suddenly appeared in Chi Miao's hand.

The extra-large kind!

Then he shoved it into Jingming's palm.

Jingming: "What is this???"

Chi Miao: "Didn't you just overhear that we're going to bury those Heavenly Sword Sect members alive? You'll do that job."

Jingming: "Me?"

Chi Miao: "Otherwise what? Who told you to eavesdrop? What we did today wasn't honorable. You didn't do it, but you knew about it. Doesn't that mean you have dirt on us?"

"To ensure my reputation is safe, you'll have to do the burial work. That way, we'll be in the same boat."

Jingming's compassionate face darkened.

"I'm not the kind of person who would tell secrets to others."

Chi Miao: "I can tell."

Jingming: "Then why did you go to all this trouble?"

Chi Miao: "I'm a despicable person."

"If you don't make me feel secure, I can't guarantee I can keep your secrets."

Jingming was about to say that he had already cast Buddhist scriptures to make it impossible for others to see their current expressions or hear what they were saying.

As a result, Chi Miao took out a photo-recording stone.

"You wouldn't want everyone to see you like this, would you?"

They even took a picture together?!

Jingming is dumbfounded.

"you--"

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant." I've completely lost my way.

Even though he was a master of emotional management, he couldn't help but clench his teeth at this moment.

With a perfunctory smile, Chi Miao reached out and pinched Jingming's ear again:

"The big ears feel good to the touch, keep up the good work, honey."

Jingming gripped the oversized iron shovel, his face darkening: "..."

One wrong step can lead to eternal regret; he shouldn't have meddled in other people's business!

Take a deep breath.

He changed into his usual Buddhist attire.

Greet the future with a smile.

Dispelling spells.

From everyone's perspective, the two were blurred out with a mosaic, and their conversation was encrypted.

While they were completely bewildered, the mosaic disappeared.

Then they saw—

Jingming, the greatest genius of his time, gripped an extra-large iron shovel and walked step by step into the deep pit.

Everyone: "Huh?"

What happened?

Jingming isn't really going to bury someone, is he?

Then look at Chi Miao, who stood with his hands on his hips, a smug look on his face, pointing at the edge of the pit and shouting, "Go, Jingming! Use Burial!"

Everyone: "???"

You dare to yell?!

Don't you think you'll face divine retribution for misleading Buddhist followers into doing immoral things?!