"Amitabha Buddha!" Fa Yuan stood ten steps away from him, his gray robe flapping in the wind and his face somber.
Chu Li grinned. "Monk Fa Yuan, you still did not give up your evil intention!"
Fa Yuan did the Anjali Mudra again. "Almsgiver Chu Li, your martial arts has improved, congratulations!"
Chu Li waved his hand. "Hypocrite! My martial arts has improved, are you really thrilled? Your Tempest Temple can't wait to see me have my martial arts dispelled and get rid of me straight away!"
"Almsgiver Chu Li, you are wrong." Fa Yuan shook his head and said seriously, "I'm under the abbot's decree to subdue Almsgiver Chu Li but if Almsgiver Chu Li converts to my temple, the whole Tempest Temple will be overjoyed!"
Chu Li waved his hand. "Monk, forget it, we are not birds of a feather. I have not enjoyed enough of wealth and glory nor have I seen through the emptiness of the material world!"