With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 810 - 608: Lotus Heart, Sealed Lips, Obsession, Dhar

Upon this thought, ng Chuan placed his hands behind his back, as a trace of black and purple airflow erged from his palms, instantly wrapped in a five-colored brilliant aura forming a light orb, shrouded in an inexplicable power...

"Which of you two wishes to et the Venerable One?"

"To the Dharma Realm?"

"Precisely."

The voices of the two monks trembled slightly, with a hint of excitent.

"I..."

"Amitabha—let this old monk go instead."

The opportunity to "et the Saint" was sothing Abbot Guyue couldn’t refuse.

Chen Xin had no choice but to yield, sitting beside while continuously fingering his neck ornant, calming his unwilling emotions.

Abbot Guyue had served the Venerable One all his life without ever receiving a manifestation, nor had Shaolin allowed him a glimpse.

Unexpectedly, this dream was to be fulfilled by this young man, truly the irony of fate...

For a mont, his heart was overwheld with mixed feelings, almost to the point of tears...

Straightening his robe and calming his thoughts, he looked at ng Chuan without hostility, and said solemnly:

"Donor ng, may the old monk first go to offer incense and bathe..."

The dragon-shaped jade pendant in ng Chuan’s hand beca scorching, as an extrely strong suction tightly gripped the top of Gu Yue’s head, like placing a soul extractor onto him.

As the abbot spoke halfway, his expression changed dramatically.

His mouth opened wide, yet he made no movent at all.

His body swayed a couple of tis, then collapsed to the ground, eyes tightly shut.

"Ah—!"

The old man’s physical condition was quite good; he fell asleep as soon as he hit the ground.

ng Chuan silently nodded, not bad, not bad indeed!

"What are you muttering about? Go tell your Venerable One whatever you have to say."

Who could react to this?

Impossible to guard against!

Even an old abbot at the end of his mastery couldn’t detect or withstand it.

Fang Jianxing’s use was as certain as could be!

Chen Xin beside him was shocked, feeling as if facing a great enemy, thinking ng Chuan had done sothing to the abbot.

"Donor, this..."

ng Chuan indicated:

"He has already departed, no... to the Dharma Realm. In your Buddhist sect’s terms, his mind has gone to report to the Venerable One."

Chen Xin leaned closer to the abbot, feeling his breath and heartbeat, finally at ease...

At the sa ti, ng Chuan also noticed, this old monk’s expression was full of envy.

He also wanted to take a stroll in the Dharma Realm.

Isn’t that perfect?

Trying again would be even more assuring...

No, fulfilling the old man’s wish...

As the thought arose, the strange colored light reappeared.

The feeling of a soul’s pull descended on Chen Xin’s head, making his expression instantly stiff, his body tilted, lying neatly alongside the old monk Guyue.

ng Chuan nodded quietly, very satisfied.

His hand ford a dragon claw shape, moving back and forth at the necks of the two monks, just like being dead without any response.

In such a situation, isn’t it exactly "I am the butcher, and others are the fish at"?

Nailed it!

Looking at the phone, his master hadn’t replied yet, so he waited on the side without rushing to leave.

The Arhat who subdued the dragon should be aware not to keep the two too long.

Let’s wait and see, maybe there’ll be "extra benefits"...

The room returned to silence once again, his aura had already enveloped the suite, and the outside world knew nothing of the storm within, leaving ng Chuan alone in contemplation.

"What on earth is the Shaolin Temple up to?"

Even if he asked the Venerable Shi, thinking about it, he surely wouldn’t speak.

The two had a familiar relationship, but in matters like this, ng Chuan had the self-awareness.

Asking Master Baibao wouldn’t it put his ntor in a difficult position, he surely wouldn’t do such a thing either.

After pondering for a long ti, he couldn’t guess what Shaolin was planning.

Might as well continue standing firm, not wasting this ti.

...

Ti quietly passed, in less than an incense stick’s ti, an old monk was the first to gradually awaken.

ng Chuan rose to his feet, gathered his stance, and with a glance he saw it was the old monk Guyue who awoke first.

Evidently, his [spirit] was much stronger than Chen Xin’s.

At that mont, Abbot Guyue was slightly dazed.

When his pupils focused, he saw an intensely complex old face.

ng Chuan first put Shaolin’s conspiracy aside, playing with the jade pendant in his hand, and asked:

"So, how was it?"

Guyue slowly opened his mouth wide, but answered irrelevantly:

"The Venerable Ones... are they truly beyond saving?"

"There is hope."

"I implore the donor for more guidance!"

Guyue’s eyes suddenly brightened, as if hope had been reignited.

ng Chuan said loudly:

"With fists and kicks, achieve divine communication and verify the Dao!"

"...Donor, please don’t joke around."

Abbot Guyue chuckled bitterly twice, his eyes dimming again.

That brat, still teasing ...

To achieve divine communication and verify the Dao, everyone knows, but can anyone actually do it?

If he had such sky-reaching power, he wouldn’t concern himself with the offerings and wealth...

Offerings...

This is the foundation of the temple’s standing, and also his martial arts foundation.

Attempting the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top again, or purchasing life-extending items, all require devotees coming to the temple to "pray and worship".

The reform of the martial shrine...

Zishou Temple would completely beco stagnant waters, deserted...

Absolutely not!

Even though the Venerable One had made it very clear just now, Guyue’s heart still harbored a fluke.

"Shaolin... Shaolin has the Celestial King Great Saint! Eliminating demonic pollution is not entirely without hope, the temple still has a chance..."

ng Chuan glanced sideways at this old man, face sotis lifeless, then full of fighting spirit, thinking about what...

Just as Guyue looked at him, a realization dawned on him, about what the temple needed most at that mont.

"Ti waits for no one, what the temple needs most is to delay the nation’s forced martial shrine reform!"

Glancing around seeing no one, and Junior Brother Chen Xin not yet recovered, no one could see his current pathetic state...

Thinking that besides being a student at United University, ng Chuan also had another identity.

Guyue imdiately made up his mind, bowing to him a full 180 degrees, almost burying his head between his legs!