How to vanquish gods and Buddhas—these few words reverberated incessantly in Monk Zhi Kong's mind.
Such bold and blasphemous utterances against the gods and Buddhas.
He remembered it was this Taoist Priest who had spoken them.
Moreover, he had said it right in front of the City Lord God himself, and yet the City Lord God of Yinghe Prefecture hadn't become angry with the Taoist Priest. Instead, he had earnestly answered this outrageous question.
Reflecting upon the scene at the time...
Made everyone tremble with awe!
Why would such an irreverent Taoist Priest be so esteemed by the City Lord God?
Previously.
Monk Zhi Kong hadn't known.
He couldn't make sense of it.
Now.
He vaguely understood.
He had figured it out.
"Chivalry," Monk Zhi Kong murmured slowly, uttering these two words, "This humble monk has seen a sense of chivalry in that Taoist Priest! Those cultivators who were waylaid and killed by the Black Robed Heretics had no actual connection with the Taoist Priest."
