"You shouldn't be here!"
The Tideng Monk showed no gratitude. In his heart, although his purification had failed this time, escaping was still not a problem. It might be disgraceful, but it wasn't a big issue. If necessary, he could return the next day, re-enter, and purify again. There was no need to have destroyed so many Soul Ghosts, which didn't align with his initial intentions.
Hou Niao smirked, "Little monk, don't consider yourself a savior! You purify Soul Ghosts for cultivation, and I kill them for cultivation. What is the essential difference here?
The difference is that we're more direct, while you are truly hypocritical, packaging what is clearly a cultivation activity as great compassion, rescuing the suffering and the troubled!
Monk, hiding under the lantern won't let you see yourself clearly. If you want to understand your Buddha, you need to step out and let the lantern illuminate you first!"
The Tideng Monk glared angrily, "I will not take the Soul Beads!"
