Supreme Grandpa

"What the hell does that old monk want to do again?"

"That young man did not say anything bad about the old monk, did he?"

"I hope this young man won't become another victim."

"Yeah, let's pray that his state of mind won't be raped by the old monk."

"…"

Yang Song ignored the voices around and looked at the old monk, he then put on a calm face and said to the old monk Xuan Kong, "Master, what can I do for you?"

Master Xuan Kong looked at Yang Song's face with his brows furrowed for a few seconds before he let out a kind smile, "Young donor, why don't you help this poor monk climb the mountain?"

Yang Song looked at the old monk weirdly before he agreed without hesitation, "Good."

The people around were taken aback by this unexpected situation.

"What an eccentric old monk!"

"But that young man has to accompany that old monk all the way to the top of the mountain…"

"Could it be that there is a conspiracy in it?"

"Hmm? Possible."

…

Twenty minutes later, Yang Song was holding the old monk's Zen staff in his right hand while accompanying the old monk to climb the mountain.

As the two climbed up farther and farther, fewer and fewer people could be seen. The White Dragon Mountain was indeed not very high, but the size of the mountain was very big, making the distance from the bottom to the top quite big.

Not to mention, tourists generally only came here to view the old mansion of a certain ancient emperor that was located in the upper waist of the mountain.

As for the temple on the top of the mountain, very few people had an interest in it. Because that temple was in the forest on top of the mountain and the passage was not so easy to walk, especially for ordinary people.

Therefore, people only knew that there was a Buddhist temple called White Dragon Temple, but few people had seen it and visited it in person. Coupled with the fact that not many people were interested in Buddhism at that, only a few people went to that temple around the year.

Yang Song had also heard about the White Dragon Temple before and he had never visited it too. But today, this White Dragon Temple really opened his eyes.

After dozens of minutes of conversation with the old monk, Yang Song found out that the old monk Xuan Kong turned out to be the abbot of the White Dragon Temple.

No wonder that his martial art realm was so high. But from Yang Song's view, the old monk did not seem to be very healthy at all. He had an inner injury.

Yang Song knew this from the uneven breath and pulse of the old monk.

But there was one thing that Yang Song did not understand, why did the old monk go down the mountain despite his weak health?

"Master Xuan Kong, why did you go down the mountain? I know that your health…"

The following words could be guessed without saying.

Master Xuan Kong sighed and said, "This poor monk wants to buy a Great Energy Pill to try, to see if it could do something with my health."

"Great Energy Pill? Then have you bought it?"

As if poking the old monk's sensitive spot, his face turned black in an instant and his weird temper came up again, "Amitabha, the bastard that created the Great Energy Pill doesn't allow monks to use it, so this poor monk couldn't get anything."

Yang Song's mouth twitched. 'Well, the bastard creator that you're cursing is right next to you. But isn't it for your own good as well? You are a monk; how could you use such a 'mortal' pill? Aren't you afraid that you will go to hell instead of Buddha's paradise when you die?'

But Yang Song also made up his mind to never reveal the fact that he was the one who created the Great Energy Pill.

After saying some weird things for a while, old monk Xuan Kong finally calmed down and his other personality took place again, "Amitabha, young donor is a good person. When we arrive at the temple, this poor monk wants to gift you something as a thank you fee."

Yang Song nodded without saying anything. In fact, Yang Song actually did not accompany the old monk out of pity or anything, but his intuition told him that on top of the White Dragon Mountain, there would be things that would pique his interest.

It was worth mentioning that in the White Dragon Abode before, Yang Song found a great treasure like the Spiritual Energy Binding Flower, which indicated that this White Dragon Mountain must not be a normal mountain.

In addition, as Yang Song went closer and closer to the top of the mountain, he noticed that the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth began to turn denser and denser.

And this manifestation was simply not generated by the dense forest at all, or maybe the dense forest was part of it, but Yang Song was pretty sure that the main factor that created this situation was something else.

More than twenty minutes later, Yang Song and the old monk Kong Xuan walked past the last rough stone step and arrived at a space where long grass and various trees grew around.

From this, Yang Song was very sure that it should've been a very long time since the last visitor came here and it was not typical for the monks of the White Dragon Temple to go down the mountain.

But if they didn't go down the mountain, what could they eat to survive? Wild fruits? Or did they have a farm up there?

Walking a few more steps, Yang Song suddenly stopped and the old monk also stopped and looked at Yang Song with a puzzled face, "What is it, donor?"

Yang Song looked around for a while before he answered calmly, "Now, I know why there are not many visitors coming up here."

The old monk continued to look at Yang Song with a puzzled face as if he did not understand what Yang Song was saying.

Yang Song looked right in the old monk's eyes, "Your level of acting is so great to the point that you can be a film emperor."

Old monk Xuan Kong was startled by this and he said, "What is donor talking about? This poor monk doesn't understand."

Yang Song sneered and clutched the Zen staff in his hand.

Crack, crack…

The Zen staff broke apart and strange green powder fell out of the hollow staff.

Old monk Xuan Kong was stunned, "Donor, you…"

"Stop pretending already, you can indeed be a film emperor, but I am a film god!" Yang Song snorted and his appearance started to change quickly.

Soon, the average and young appearance earlier disappeared and an old appearance with a bald head and a monk outfit appeared.

Yang Song, in the appearance of a monk, took out a long string of Zen prayer beads and acted like a monk.

"Amitabha," Yang Song said Buddha's name.

Old monk Xuan Kong was shocked and with a stomp of his right foot, he backed away swiftly. His current action was in extreme contrast from the old and weak appearance earlier.

"Amitabha, who are you?" He was still in shock. This was the first time that someone had seen through his pretense, and it was also his first time seeing such a strange art that could change appearance so magically.

"Amitabha, you still have the audacity to say Buddha's name despite your evil nature?" Yang Song gazed at Xuan Kong calmly.

"Humph, what does it have to do with you?" Xuan Kong's face changed, and a look of hatred appeared on his face.

"Let me say it. Previously, the young donor who was sent to the hospital didn't faint because of your blabbering at all," Yang Song paused and pointed towards the broken Zen staff, "but because of the green powder inside the Zen staff, am I right? Also, the matter of having no one visiting the White Dragon Temple must have something to do with you. And…"

Yang Song then looked around him and declared, "And all of you should also come out now! This poor monk has already sensed you."

There was silence for a few seconds, then, Xuan Kong laughed loudly, "Hahaha, you are indeed not very simple," then he shouted, "you guys can come out."

This time, with rustling sounds coming from the bushes nearby, several bald monks in black outfits jumped out and announced the Buddha's name in unison, "Amitabha."

There were a total of five people, and most of them were 2nd Tier Masters, and only one was a 3rd Tier Master martial artist.

But Yang Song was not afraid of them, including Xuan Kong, because even though Xuan Kong was a 9th Tier Master, his current strength was far from that. In other words, Xuan Kong was indeed injured and his strength plummeted to the 7th Tier Master.

When every accomplice of Xuan Kong came in full view, Yang Song took a deep breath and his eyes turned murderous.

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