“It’s all my fault, all my fault…” Nalan Xuejian cried while latching on Feiyun; quite a pitiful scene.

On the other side, Monk Jiu Rou had a fight with Formless.

Formless recalled his Buddhism and stood straight up, looking as flawless and gallant as ever: “Amitabha, A great monk of Buddhism like you shouldn’t help the villains against honest people by letting the heretics leave. They should pay for their sins.”

Monk Jiu Rou actually liked Formless very much. Such a young and capable Buddhist was a rare sight, capable of emitting the image of Buddhas following him. This was a fetus, a potential seed to become a saint. His future was unfathomable.

“Brat, do you know who they are?” Monk Jiu Rou held a big jar in one hand and the Invincible Buddhist Staff in the other; his breath stinks of wine as he asked with a smirk.

Formless stood on top of a shrine; the wind caressed his fluttering white robe. He answered: “Buddhists are meant...