Xu Bai had never expected to see a group of old monks chasing after him in one of the ten great temples, the Titanium Temple, which was known as the holy land of Buddhism.
Not only that, but this group of old monks were also the abbot of the ten great temples. Each of them was a famous figure outside, enough to make many Buddhist disciples worship them.
But now, they did not care about any manners at all, let alone the bearing of a Buddhist monk.
The abbot of the Titanium Temple was leading the charge. His hands were no longer pressed together. He was holding the hem of his clothes and swinging his legs as he ran wildly.
His face was bruised and purple. It was obvious that he had been injured before he rushed out. Behind him were the abbot of the other nine temples. Each of them had an angry expression on their faces as if they wanted to capture the abbot of the Titanium Temple and torture him.