In front of Thousand Buddha Temple, Monk Yuanjue looked at Li Xiaobai with kind eyes and a benevolent expression.
"Young brother, this old monk is a disciple of the Buddhist Sect, and although I punish evil and dispel wickedness, I am not one to kill indiscriminately. Hand over the stolen items to this old monk, and I will let you live. How about it?"
"Old rabbit, you have the heart of a beast and the face of a man. If you want to take the treasure, just say it outright. Why beat around the bush? It's hypocritical. I, Liu Jinshui, believe in nothing but strength. If you can bring me down, so be it, the accumulated wealth of nearly ten thousand cultivators, I will gladly hand over with both hands."
Li Xiaobai spoke lightly.
"Hmph, refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Liu Jinshui, is it? I don't know where you came from, but this is the Thousand Buddha Temple in the Western Desert. Even if you were a dragon, you'd still have to coil up for this old monk!"