"You should go back."

The elder in the green robe waved at Wang Sijing and shook his head, "This is not a place for you."

"Then I’ll wait for him here!" Wang Sijing said, standing directly at the entrance of the Elder Council, closing her eyes.

Practitioners often have some fasting skills. While sitting cross-legged in meditation, they enter a very mysterious state, absorbing the surrounding Spiritual Qi to provide the nutrients their body needs. At the same time, their metabolism slows down significantly.

Based on Wang Sijing’s strength, she could probably sit here for about half a month. If she couldn’t see Master Shu Xuanyi by then, she would have to go down the mountain.

"If the abbot comes out, can you stop him?" the old monk in the green robe asked expressionlessly.

"..."

Wang Sijing opened her mouth in shock, instantly deflating like a punctured balloon. There was no need to think about it; how could she possibly stop Master Shu Xuanyi?

Just moments ago, she even lost track of his whereabouts.

"Amitabha~" At this moment, a familiar voice sounded beside Wang Sijing’s ear. When she looked up, she only saw the simple yet magnificent entrance of the Elder Council and the old man in the green robe; no one else was in sight.

But Wang Sijing was certain it was Shuqing’s voice!

"Master Shu Xuanyi, I have a request!" Wang Sijing shouted towards the Elder Council. Although she couldn’t see Master Shu Xuanyi himself, he was definitely here.

"All beings have desires; state them to the Buddha."

As an ethereal voice resounded, Master Shu Xuanyi walked calmly to the entrance of the Elder Council.

"All beings have desires, but how many can fulfill their wishes?" Wang Sijing looked up at Master Shu Xuanyi and said, "Moreover, there’s a way to solve my problem right in front of me, so why seek the Buddha?"

Master Shu Xuanyi glanced down and asked, "Are you here for the tribulation?"

"That’s right! If you can give Lin Tian a Tribulation Spirit Talisman, why can’t you give me one? If you want incense money, I’ll donate three hundred million!"

Although the Wang Family had suffered setbacks, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse; they could still afford three hundred million.

Wang Sijing is someone who craves power, and only power makes her obsessed, no matter the cost!

"Amitabha. It’s not about money. There’s only one Tribulation-Blocking Spirit Jade, gained from my fifty years of cultivation," Shuqing paused and said, "There’s no shortcut on the path of cultivation; to reach the peak, one must take one step at a time. If you rely on shortcuts for this tribulation, how will you overcome the next?"

"Does that mean tribulations accumulate?"

"What people do, the heavens see. There are no shortcuts; taking shortcuts this time will only make the next time harder."

Wang Sijing stood there, stunned. She didn’t doubt Master Shu Xuanyi’s words; a monk doesn’t lie, so what he said must be true.

"Then is my Golden Elixir Tribulation actually Lin Tian?" Wang Sijing murmured the name with emphasis.

That guy seemed like a curse for the entire Wang Family.

"It can’t be said, nor can it be known. Tribulations are in your destiny, layman; I haven’t read your fate yet."

It’s not that he couldn’t see it, but he didn’t want to.

"Does that mean killing him would resolve my tribulation?" Wang Sijing asked again.

Standing at the Elder Council’s door, Master Shu Xuanyi, untouched by the wind and snow, shook his head without speaking.

"Ha."

Wang Sijing laughed. The monk’s head shake meant not that it couldn’t be done, but that it shouldn’t be done.

Why not?

Because in his eyes, all beings are equal, and it is best to avoid killing.

However, this person, Wang Sijing is determined to kill!

Whether for the Wang Family or herself.

When a person dies, all troubles cease!

...

Lin Tian, hands behind his back, lightly whistling, strolled leisurely out of the Great Hero Hall.

He had just emerged from the tomb of the recently deceased old monk. He had stood in front of the newly built tomb for a long time.

The old monk’s passing didn’t cause much of a stir in the temple, but many people came to pay their respects.

In the end, Lin Tian didn’t quite understand why the old monk passed away after he simply commented on the bitterness of the tea.

Could it be because he realized the eight sufferings of life and went to seek the Buddha?

Unable to fathom it, Lin Tian decided not to dwell on it. After reciting The Sutra of the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha’s Original Vows at the tomb, he left.

Walking out of the Great Hero Hall, Lin Tian again saw that handsome face, Zhou Chenghang.

Behind him stood eight burly men, and even without x-ray vision, Lin Tian knew they all had guns holstered at their waists. Their posture resembled that of special police guarding banknotes.

"Haha, Lin Tian, we meet again."

Zhou Chenghang approached with a friendly smile, no longer in the disheveled state he was a few days ago. His head wound had healed, he wore a new set of branded clothes, and most importantly, he had a new flashy hairstyle.

"Yeah, and you, you damn fool, aren’t you quite resistant to the cold? Why didn’t you stay up there longer?" Lin Tian laughed, "I must say, I think your shivering, pitiful look was much more attractive than now."

"You!" Zhou Chenghang pointed his finger at Lin Tian’s nose, the smile dropping from his face, looking both embarrassed and angry.

Zhou Chenghang always aimed to cultivate himself as a refined individual, a gentleman with manners and grace. Pointing at someone with a finger was extremely rude, but Zhou Chenghang couldn’t hold it in.

As the saying goes: don’t hit the smiling man.

But Lin Tian didn’t care about appearances, immediately speaking in the most cutting way. If this incident was a wound for Zhou Chenghang, Lin Tian’s words had ripped it bloody.

"I don’t like people pointing at me, especially by a useless show-off like you," Lin Tian said calmly.

"..." Zhou Chenghang’s face flushed beet red. As the future heir of the Zhou Civilization, Zhou Chenghang had never been so insulted.

Useless show-off?

I have three Ph.D. degrees, for goodness’ sake!

If not for knowing he couldn’t win in a physical fight against Lin Tian, Zhou Chenghang would have slapped him already.

Although he didn’t want to lower his hand, as it would be too humiliating, one look from Lin Tian unsettled his heart and he dropped it.

The eight strong men behind Zhou Chenghang saw things were amiss and immediately surrounded them, with fierce eyes, just waiting for Zhou Chenghang’s order to turn Lin Tian’s face into a pulp.

Shua...

Lin Tian took a large step forward and threw a Wing Chun short punch, hitting Zhou Chenghang squarely in the chest.