Chapter 91
“Disgusting.”
At first glance, he looked like a hollow figure, but his gait was far too stately for a monk, and his robes fluttered as he walked.
As he walked, his followers bowed their heads in disfavor, and he laughed heartily.
“You are indeed shining, dazzling in the sunlight.”
Mutak, one of the chuckling students, frowned.
“By the author of ……!”
“Arthur.”
Mutak, impatient, took a step forward and was about to say something when someone stepped in front of him. Mutak’s eyes widened at the sight of him, and he bowed his head in disbelief.
It was the youngest of the Eighteen Lords, but he was revered by many monks for his clarity of mind and deep cultivation.
“Namuamita Buddha. Mutak, Mutak.”
“Yes, death penalty.”
“You say you have mastered your raging temper, but you have not yet mastered it.”
“Teach me …….”
“Behold. Do you not see that even the men who are in the line above you, and even the monks and the four hundred, are still.”
At those words, Mutak turned around and understood the situation. No one was restraining him from behaving in such an unruly manner.
It wasn’t just that they had mercy on the unruly, but that they recognized him and set an example.
Mutak swallowed hard.
“Death, death penalty. Who is he?”
“Songshan.
This is the North Mountain of Tai Shan,
the Shaolin Temple, the center of the Fifth Sect and the spiritual headquarters of the Gu Fei Fang.
It is the residence of the divine monk Hui Yan, and the place where he defeated countless darknesses and demons as the Eighteen Nine Hands.
