The Capricious Monks

Monk Xuanye had already swept the floor for more than 30 years, and his state of mind had changed dramatically. He no longer pursued those crazy thrills and instead began to pursue stability.

If it was 30 years ago, given his personality, he would have left the temple to enjoy the fancy food and liquor and have some fun.

However, the youth in front of him was unfathomable. The sword that was flying around him constantly emitted red light, making him so nervous.

Furthermore, the young man knew his name and his background. Xuanye wondered if he had known about what happened to him 300 years ago. No matter what, he didn't dare to provoke such a mysterious person.

Xuanye was very angry. The other party could have directly snatched the Zenith Heaven Spell from him, but he just pretended that he didn't know about it. Now, he had to give it to him because if he resisted, he would definitely die. "It doesn't matter! As long as I play dumb, it would be fine. Someone would naturally take the blame for me," he thought.

He immediately put on a sage-like appearance, pressed his palms together, and said with a benevolent expression, "Amitabha! Since you want to taste the gourd liquor, you can have it."

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"Amitabha! Young man, can you take back this flying sword first?" Monk Xuanye could not help but feel a little afraid.

He then led Lin Yu back to his meditation room. While he was reciting scriptures in a serious manner, the flying sword beside him was still spinning rapidly. He felt that his clothes were soaked in sweat.

This person's mental strength was extremely terrifying! This sort of book was not something an ordinary person could learn. It was a technique of the sword sect.

Generally speaking, only Foundation Establishment Cultivators would ask for it. The man in front of him looked very young, but he was probably an old monster of several hundred years old. He must have taken a kind of medicinal pill that he had become like this.

Xuanye knew that if the other party wanted to kill him, the flying sword could pierce through his head the next second. Therefore, he did not dare to act rashly.

However, this kind of flying sword consumed too much spiritual power and the cultivation was extremely difficult. Even though he had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, he could not withstand it.

As for Sword Kinesis Flight, when Monk Xuanye had just become a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he was young and haughty. He tried to learn the technique and even flew for a short distance riding the sword. Later on, because he lost control of the sword, he fell from a great height and got injured. He rested for quite a few days before recovering.

He originally thought that the other party should be a disciple of a sword master. "It's impossible for us to reach such a level." However, he shook his head and immediately dismissed this thought.

The small sword continued to circle around him, so he did not dare to act rashly. It was as if death was right beside him, yet he couldn't escape. He could only watch it slowly approach him.

"Eh? Sorry, sorry. I almost forgot the sword is still flying in the sky." Lin Yu revealed a look as if he just realized what was going on. With a smile, he put away the flying sword.

Monk Xuanye's face darkened, but his displeasure lasted only a second. What was he doing right now? Of course, he could only try to please Lin Yu. He took out the gourd liquor and placed it on the table. The two of them then started slowly drinking.

Monk Xuante normally couldn't bear to drink this gourd, but now, he directly took out two jars. This was really killing him.

This gourd liquor was a top quality liquor. Since he had taken it out, he could not waste it. He had to drink it.

At this time, the battle at the back of the mountain became more and more intense. Just as they were drinking, they saw countless rays of light in different colors. Even though it was daytime, they could see them clearly. Moreover, from such a far distance, the aftershocks of the battle could still be clearly felt.

There was lightning, blazing flames, and freezing ice. All sorts of elements from heaven and earth mixed together and exploded.

Lin Yu had come here for the Zenith Heaven Spell, and it had nothing to do with him. So all he did was sit there quietly and drink the liquor. It was indeed a refreshing and memorable liquor.

Monk Xuanye had lived for more than 300 years and he was really experienced. The current fierce war was only a small matter to him. Even if the entire Feiyun Temple was destroyed, he wouldn't care. Because as long as he was still alive, the temple could be rebuilt. Now the most urgent thing was how to send this young man away.

With a loud bang, the wall was smashed into smithereens, and gravel started to explode in all directions. A monk who was still wearing the monastic robe suddenly fell to the floor heavily in front of them. He spat out a mouthful of blood as he spoke swear words, "Amitabha! F*ck you! Heavens! Pfft!"

He looked up at the two people in front of him and suddenly cursed, "Monk Xuanye, f*ck you! I'm protecting the safety of the entire temple, and here you are drinking swill water!"

The corner of Lin Yu's mouth twitched slightly. After hearing those words, he instantly lost his appetite. Even though the gourd liquor in front of him tastes especially good, he didn't want to drink it anymore.

Xuanye was immediately enraged and loudly shouted, "Amitabha! You little brat, you never cultivate hard, and at the critical moment, you were beaten up like this. Don't you feel ashamed to say that? I'm entertaining a distinguished guest of our temple. You'd better lick the blood you spat on the ground and get lost right now!"

"A distinguished guest?" The monk looked up and sized Lin Yu up. He could not help but laugh. "Isn't he just a child…"

Lin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly and he interrupted the monk. "Why are you still nagging here? If you want to die, go far away. Don't disturb me here. Get lost!"

Xuanye kept blinking at the monk, hinting that the person beside him was a big shot.

The monk immediately realized it and stopped talking. He stood up and brushed the dust off his kasaya. He looked at Lin Yu with a burning gaze before slowly looking away. Then, he pressed his palms together, looking like a sage. "I can tell at a glance that you have amazing talent. You must be an elite!"