Seeing Xu Wendong appear out of thin air, Fuyao slowly sat up, her slightly flushed face showing a hint of crimson. She burped drunkenly, her brows full of anger: "When did this happen? Why was I, your master, not informed?" Xu Wendong’s mouth twitched. He didn’t doubt Fuyao’s words at all, because this woman truly had a passion for drinking. As long as she was drinking, even if the sky were falling, it wouldn’t affect her one bit. He ignored Fuyao, leapt into the air, and flew to a hill west of Qingzhou City. There, a large-scale construction was underway, building a temple. A golden Buddha statue about several meters high was enshrined in Daxiong Hall, with many monks chanting scriptures. Besides the monks, many commoners were kneeling outside Daxiong Hall. They had faces full of devotion, making wishes and praying to Buddha Ancestor. Seeing so many people kneeling devoutly, a strong rage rose in Xu Wendong’s heart, and he said coldly, "Everyone’s destiny is in their own hands." "Whether poor or rich." "Only the incompetent would pray to Buddha for spiritual comfort." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵 "Instead of believing in the insubstantial Buddha, believe in yourselves." Xu Wendong’s icy voice echoed above the temple, immediately attracting looks of hatred. An elderly man past his sixties angrily said, "Youngster, don’t spout nonsense in front of Buddha Ancestor!" Another person said, "That’s right, Buddha Ancestor blesses us with good health and wards off all illnesses; he is our faith. Please do not desecrate our beliefs." "A few days ago, Buddha Ancestor even cast his true shadow to heal many illnesses in the city. He deserves our reverence." Everyone murmured amongst themselves, their gazes towards Xu Wendong full of anger. Xu Wendong didn’t pay them any attention, as he knew these people had already lost their minds. No matter how earnestly he advised, they wouldn’t believe. He looked towards Daxiong Hall and said faintly, "Master Kongwen, why not show yourself?" With a booming Buddhist sound, an elder wearing a golden kasaya and holding a magic wand slowly walked out. Behind him were many monks from the temple, their hands clasped together, expressions indifferent, like a group of walking corpses. Xu Wendong: "Who allowed you to spread the Buddhist Law across the Nine Provinces?" "This is the will of Buddha Ancestor!" Monk Kongwen clasped his hands together, displaying a solemn appearance. After a pause, he looked at Xu Wendong: "There seems to be a strong murderous intent about you, Benefactor!" "As they say, ’The sea of bitterness has no bounds; turn back and you will find the shore.’ I hope Benefactor can let go of his hatred and take refuge in my Buddha!" "Buddha Ancestor will transform the hatred in your heart and help you find inner peace." His voice was deep, carrying a Buddhist resonance that could calm people’s hearts. This was limited to ordinary people. With Monk Kongwen’s mana, he could not affect Xu Wendong’s state of mind. Xu Wendong smiled at him: "Your mom is dead." Monk Kongwen’s smile remained unchanged. No matter how Xu Wendong insulted him, it wouldn’t affect his state of mind. Xu Wendong continued: "Your dad is also dead." "Amitabha Buddha!" Monk Kongwen clasped his hands together, his face calm, "If Benefactor seeks to vent his discontent with the Buddha Sect in this way, this humble monk is willing to accept all your insults." Xu Wendong: "Your son has no anus." "Your daughter was sold into a brothel." "Your wife became the madam of the brothel and is very protective of your daughter, heavily favoring her." Monk Kongwen let out an angry roar, releasing a terrifying Buddha light behind him, giving him a more menacing appearance. He didn’t mind Xu Wendong insulting his parents and son. Because his parents had long passed away. But he couldn’t accept Xu Wendong saying that his wife and daughter were in a brothel. This was the most fatal stab in his heart. Because his wife and daughter really were in a brothel. The sudden change scared the surrounding commoners, giving them a near-suffocating sense of oppression; they never expected Master Kongwen to get angry. Seeing Monk Kongwen’s drastic change in demeanor, Xu Wendong displayed a mocking smile: "Master, you should know that your wife’s and daughter’s fate is entirely because you became a monk and joined the Buddha Sect." "If it weren’t for them being at a dead end, why would they willingly fall from grace and become women of the dust?" "Even though they fell into such a life, in my view, they bear no fault." "Because this was the only way they could survive after you abandoned them." "Although fifteen years ago, you killed your wife and daughter to prevent others from knowing your secret." "But, heaven sees all!" Saying this, he looked at the golden Buddha statue: "I just wonder if this so-called Buddha knows the sins you’ve committed!" The scene erupted into uproar; whether it was the commoners around or the Buddha Sect disciples, their eyes all revealed an undeniable shock. They didn’t believe Monk Kongwen had done such a heinous act; they were angry at Xu Wendong for slandering him . But at this moment, Monk Kongwen let out a roar: "Who are you? How do you know what happened fifteen years ago?" His words were like a clap of thunder out of nowhere, making everyone’s scalp tingle, chilling them to the bone. Even though they didn’t believe the virtuous, compassionate Master Kongwen would commit such treacherous acts. Yet, he had already admitted to the events of fifteen years ago! Many people’s newly built faith collapsed instantly, making it unbearable for them. "I am the one who will cleanse the evil from your heart!" Xu Wendong pointed from a distance, and a streak of Sword Qi shot out, piercing Monk Kongwen’s chest under everyone’s shocked gaze. Monk Kongwen’s eyes were full of bewilderment. He had cultivated in the Buddha Sect for nearly a hundred years and had long mastered the Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth Shirt. In front of Xu Wendong, he didn’t even trigger an instinctive reaction. "Someone, kill him!" an old monk shouted angrily. Dozens of monks stood in front of Monk Kongwen, their eyes cold, radiating intense killing intent. Many commoners also stood before the monks, opening their arms to form a line of defense. An old man glared at Xu Wendong: "Young man, even if Abbot Kongwen is guilty, he should be judged by Buddha Ancestor, not you!" "Even now, you still choose to remain obstinate, willing to believe in this so-called Buddha?" Xu Wendong was enraged, a terrifying murderous intent spreading in his heart. He slowly clenched his fist, and a longsword formed by True Qi appeared in his right hand: "I will count to three, anyone who remains in place after three will die!" A middle-aged woman looked at him arrogantly: "We are devoted to Buddha, and Buddha Ancestor will surely protect us. How can someone like you kill us?"