Master Xuanzhi’s face was as dark as water. He had always disliked lonely monk, and now that he was being scolded in public, it would be strange if his mood was good.
He originally only wanted to add trouble to Master Liaowu and didn’t really intend to do anything to lonely monk, but now he had changed his mind.
This lonely monk had a belly full of bad water. Getting rid of him first would also be beneficial to the next plan.
Thus, he said, “Master Liaowu, if he only offended me with words, I won’t hold it against him for your sake.
However, this is related to the demon race, so we have to act cautiously.”
When Master Liaowu heard him say this, his heart sank. He knew that he definitely had a backup plan.
As expected, xuan zhi continued, “How about this? Our Bitter Zen sect has a pagoda of refining demons. It was given to us by the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sacred Palace thousands of years ago.