Fan Xin learned the whole story from Fan Gu.
There was some hesitation on Fan Xin's calm face.
"This is not easy."
"Junior Brother … Did I get hurt by that person for nothing?"
"Senior Brother, you are too reckless. First, you injured someone, and then the Special Intelligence Department intervened. The Special Intelligence Department is a gathering place of Daoism, and they have always held a deep prejudice against us Buddhists. Now, what reason do we have to ask for justice?" Fan Xin was more thoughtful than Fan Gu.
"Then why don't we go through the Special Intelligence Department? Do you think they can stop us?" Fan Gu was full of resentment toward Chen Zhao.
Fan Xin closed her eyes and began to think.
Although Buddhism is particular about detaching oneself from the mortal world, everything is empty.
But if they could really do it, then they wouldn't be human anymore. They would be Buddhas.
They were not Buddhas, so they still had joy, anger, sorrow, joy, and joy. They also had seven emotions and six desires. They also had greed, anger, and obsession.
Even Fan Xin was no exception.
However, there was one difference between Fan Xin and Fan Gu.
Fan Gu was motivated by hatred.
Fan Xin, on the other hand, was more concerned with her own interests.
"Junior Brother, do you know why I was in such a hurry to attack?"
Fan Xin looked at Fan Gu, "Why?"
"Because there's a Scaled Serpent Jiao there." Fan Gu said, "What our Wutai Mountain's guardian divine beast, Flame Wing, lacks now is the Horned Serpent Flood Dragon. As long as it can swallow the Horned Serpent Flood Dragon's gallbladder, it can stimulate the bloodline of our ancestors and transform into a Golden-winged Roc. At that time, our Buddhist Zen School will flourish, and even Taoism will not be able to stop us."
Fan Xin's eyes widened. "Are you sure it's a serpent flood dragon?"
"How could I be mistaken? If that wasn't the case, I wouldn't have tried to snatch it."
Although Fan Xin's expression was still calm, her eyes flickered.
Recently, Mount Wutai had just hatched the divine beast Flame Wings.
Yanyi was a descendant of the Golden-winged Roc.
Although it had only been half a year since it hatched, it was growing by the day.
The food it needed was also a variety of scale insects.
It had the demeanor of its ancestor, the Golden-Winged Roc.
But this also made the monks of Mount Wutai suffer.
In order to provide food for Flame Wing, as well as for Flame Wing to be reborn as soon as possible and transform into a Golden-Winged Roc.
The monks of Mount Wutai went around searching for all kinds of scaled insects.
In half a year's time, they had captured countless scale insects.
Fortunately, the Spiritual Tide had arrived.
All kinds of demonic beasts were born.
However, ordinary Scale Worms were just ordinary food for the Flame Wings.
In order to evolve the Flame Wings, he would need to gather a few rare Scaled Snakes.
One of them was the Scale Serpent Flood Dragon.
The Scaled Serpent Flood Dragon was an extremely special type of snake that had evolved.
The Qilin Serpent Flood Dragon had the bloodline of a Qilin and a Dragon, but the offspring they gave birth to were very ordinary.
Apart from their innate spiritual roots, there weren't too many rare abilities.
However, the bloodline of the Scale Serpent Flood Dragon determined its rarity.
As a natural variant, the Scaled Serpent Flood Dragon was naturally extremely difficult to cultivate.
It was much more difficult for it to evolve into a flood dragon and then a dragon.
If they didn't have any extraordinary fortuitous encounters, they would basically be stuck in the half-flood dragon half-snake stage for the rest of their lives.
The stage before evolving into a Jiao Dragon was exactly what the flame wings needed.
At this time, both the Qilin and Dragon bloodlines appeared, but they were unable to merge.
Now that Flame Wing had devoured dozens of different kinds of scale insects, its bloodline ability was growing stronger by the day.
If Flame Wings could swallow the Qilin Flood Dragon Serpent, he would be able to refine the Qilin and Dragon bloodlines.
Then, he would be able to soar into the sky and activate the thin Roc bloodline in his body.
Of course, the Roc wasn't the legendary divine bird in the legends, but it wasn't far off.
"Senior Brother, rest well. You don't have to worry about anything else. Leave it to me."
"Junior Brother …"
Fan Xin stopped and looked at Fangu.
"Break his arms and legs."
"Amitabha." Fan Xin didn't comment and turned to leave.
…
"Minister, Saint Fan Xin from Wutai Mountain just met Monk Fangu."
"So what? We can't stop him." Zhou Yiren's tone was somewhat helpless.
"Just now, an insider from Wutai Mountain reported that six Brahman monks and 24 Xuan monks have all left the mountain and booked tickets to Sorcery."
Zhou Yiren's expression changed. He stood up abruptly and yelled in anger, "What are the monks from Wutai Mountain doing? What are they trying to do? "
He hoped that Wutai Mountain would start a fight with Chen Zhao, preferably a conflict.
Zhang Tianyi had mentioned Chen Zhao's strength more than once.
If Chen Zhao started a conflict with Wutai Mountain, no matter who won in the end.
The Taoist sects would benefit from it.
But Zhou Yiren didn't plan on starting a full-scale conflict.
If one or two or three monks started a fight with Chen Zhao, it wouldn't affect him much at most.
But with so many monks coming down the mountain, what did it mean?
Zhou Yiren was a little flustered. "Quick, monitor the movements of those monks closely. Find out their intentions and locations."
Zhou Yiren was a Taoist disciple, but he was still wearing the uniform of a civil servant.
He was still on the country's side.
And the country wouldn't allow any major upheavals.
He had the final say in small matters, but if things got out of hand …
If things got big, he would really screw things up.
No matter what would happen in the end.
The higher-ups would definitely hold him responsible.
…
Knock, knock.
Chen Zhao opened the door and saw a long-haired monk standing outside.
Chen Zhao looked the monk up and down.
The monk wore a white robe and had a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand. He held a Buddhist salute in his right hand.
"Amitabha, I am Fan Xin."
"Fan Xin? You're that Monk Fan Xin from Wutai Mountain? "Chen Zhao asked.
"Yes, I am."
"Oh, you're here to take revenge for Fan Gu?"
"I'm here to resolve the grudge."
"Oh, then how much are you going to compensate me?" Chen Zhao asked directly.
He didn't believe in resolving grudges. He'd met so many enemies in the past.
He'd never had the option to resolve grudges.
They were all cultivators and didn't know how to lower their heads.
They'd only act according to their own standpoint.
He didn't think that the monks from Wutai Mountain had the awareness to let go of grudges.
The Old Fan he'd met before was said to be an enlightened monk.
In reality, he didn't act like an enlightened monk at all.
He was decisive and didn't show any mercy when he attacked.
"How much do you think is suitable?" Fan Xin asked.
"Ten billion dollars," Fan Xin said indifferently.
Fan Xin said calmly, "I can't take out that much money."
"Then please go ahead."
"Don't you want to hear how much I'm going to pay?"
"I don't want to. You can't afford my price anyway." Chen Zhao shrugged.
He didn't care what Fan Xin's attitude was or why he was here.
This was the city center. He definitely couldn't fight here.
Chen Zhao couldn't and Fan Xin obviously couldn't either.
So Chen Zhao didn't have to worry that Fan Xin would suddenly attack him.
"Sir, I'm here with sincerity."
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