At this moment, Ji Mo's head was filled with black lines, and ten big characters appeared in his mind.
"Bald donkey, don't even think about snatching the nun from this Daoist."
He thought the matter was going to be explosive, but all he heard was a joke.
Really, he got excited for nothing.
If you are a monk, you should not properly worship Buddha, why should you have worldly desires.
"Holy Buddha, please enlighten me, where did I lose?"
The Contemplative Arhat prostrated himself before Ji Mo, his face full of piety.
After so many years, he had been brooding, unable to understand where he lost.
Ji Mo glanced at the Contemplative Arhat and uttered two suggestive words: "Chou."
"Ah?"
The Contemplative Arhat was completely confused. What did matters of love have to do with being ugly?
"They say intelligent people don't have hair, what a waste of such a shiny bald head."
The Four-Unlike-One walked over and said bluntly, "Chou, ugly. With your unsightly appearance, even if I were the nun, I wouldn't choose you."
After speaking, it turned to look Ji Mo up and down, feeling that it could no longer see through Ji Mo's depth. The method of becoming Buddha that had just been conceived was truly too shocking.
"Impossible. Although that expert from Longhu Mountain does have thick eyebrows and big ears, well-defined features, and is exceptionally handsome, the nun is beautiful and intelligent. How could she be so shallow as to only care about appearance and ignore inner qualities?"
The Contemplative Arhat could not accept that he had lost due to his appearance, nor could he believe that the nun he liked was such a person.
"Appearance is truth."
Ji Mo sighed, who among all beings in the world was not a fan of good looks?
This sentence completely crushed the Contemplative Arhat. His heart was as if cut by a knife, and he was dejected. Tears welled up in his eyes, feeling that he had ultimately been wronged, and his heart was deeply hurt.
He clutched his chest, unable to let go, and could never forget the nun's picturesque face.
"Holy Buddha, I still can't let go. I beg the Holy Buddha to be merciful and guide me."
The Contemplative Arhat tugged at Ji Mo's trouser leg, filled with sorrow.
Love has always been a source of regret; he could never overcome this hurdle.
"It's simple, just one move, and you'll have no worries from now on."
Ji Mo's lips curved slightly, and he uttered a golden saying: "Cut for eternal peace!"
The Four-Unlike-One covered its mouth and laughed heartily, offering to help the Contemplative Arhat.
"Cut what?"
The Contemplative Arhat was bewildered, but when he saw the Four-Unlike-One staring at his crotch with ill intent, he was startled and immediately clutched his groin.
What a joke, was this something that could be cut casually?
In the end, the Contemplative Arhat, unwilling, kowtowed to Ji Mo a few times and decided to go to Longhu Mountain to ask the nun clearly in person, so that he could completely give up.
Before leaving, the Contemplative Arhat reminded Ji Mo to leave the Bliss Plateau quickly. The Small Thunderclap Temple contained great terror, and he must not proceed further.
The news of the Small Thunderclap's Four Arhats, two dead, one surrendered, and one going to find the nun, caused another sensation.
Losing four guardian Arhats at once was a severe blow to the Small Thunderclap.
Everyone understood that the Small Thunderclap Temple was about to undergo a major change, and something earth-shattering would happen.
The last time there was a major disturbance on the Bliss Plateau was by the legendary Immortal Kongxu. Unexpectedly, more than ten thousand years later, another fierce warrior dared to provoke the Small Thunderclap Temple alone.
"Holy Buddha, you should leave quickly. The Contemplative Arhat is right. The master of the Small Thunderclap Temple, Mingguang Buddha, was involved in the murder of Immortal Kongxu and obtained an extraordinary magical artifact with unimaginable power."
The Joyful Arhat also advised Ji Mo to leave while there was still time. If he entered the Small Thunderclap Temple, his fate would likely be dire.
Although Ji Mo's Buddhist teachings were profound, the magical artifact in Mingguang Buddha's hand was said to be from the gods and was very powerful.
"Is Mingguang Buddha truly one of the murderers who killed Immortal Kongxu?"
Ji Mo's demeanor immediately turned cold.
He had originally intended to leave, but now that he knew the murderer of his good brother Kongxu, how could he retreat?
This blood debt must be settled.
Although he was alone, Ji Mo was confident. He knew that he now had the ability to use his trump card. At worst, he would kill a thousand enemies and injure himself eight hundred. With the Nine Heavens Thunder of the system, he didn't believe he couldn't strike the bastard to death.
He continued to advance towards the Small Thunderclap Temple.
Of course, he stopped the fanatical believers, preventing them from following for their safety.
Along the way, there were still more than a dozen grand temples and pagodas blocking his path, all shimmering with golden light, with Buddha-light soaring into the sky, and figures of Arhats, Vajras, and Bodhisattvas seated within.
"Amitabha!"
Ji Mo chanted the Buddha's name, and Buddha-light shone from above his head, as if he were wearing a super high-power infrared heater, as he entered a temple.
Half an incense stick later, the golden light of this temple dimmed, and the Buddha-light withered. Ji Mo strode away, continuing to the next temple.
"Venerable Xu Yun has been defeated."
"Vajra Pugang vomited blood and died."
"Bodhisattva Cheng Guan's dharma body was shattered..."
Almost all the beings on the Bliss Plateau were watching the developments, shocked by Ji Mo's progress, their eyes wide with disbelief.
Not a single temple could stop Ji Mo's progress, nor could they even cause him any trouble. They all fell defeated.
"This is too heaven-defying. At this speed, this venerable one will likely break into the Small Thunderclap Temple in less than a day. Legend has it that when Immortal Kongxu came to rob, it took him two full days to break into the Small Thunderclap Temple. This person is even more ferocious than Immortal Kongxu!"
The beings who were following the situation were all stunned.
At the same time, they were incredibly excited. After so many years, someone finally dared to attack the Small Thunderclap Temple so fiercely.
Inside the Small Thunderclap Temple.
The old man with a goatee, whose testicles Ji Mo had kicked and burst, was tearfully complaining to a young monk.
"My son, you must do justice for your father. That damned bastard crippled my root. You must avenge me and capture that scoundrel, cut him into a thousand pieces, and feed him to the dogs."
While crying, the goatee old man gasped for air.
Even after taking countless healing sacred medicines, the wound in his crotch showed no signs of improvement. The slightest movement made him grimace in pain.
"Benefactor, mind your words. This humble monk has been a monk for many years and has long cut off worldly ties."
The young monk held his prayer beads, his kasaya shining with golden light, appearing transcendent and pure.
However, upon closer inspection, a trace of displeasure and suppressed anger could be seen in his eyes.
He was the Buddha's son of the Small Thunderclap Temple, named Jiumo Shi.
He was born with celestial phenomena, regarded as a reincarnated spiritual child, possessing a Buddhist root that appeared once in ten thousand years. He entered the Small Thunderclap Temple to cultivate from a young age.
Jiumo Shi was second to none in the Small Thunderclap, enjoying immense prestige.
But fate had it that he had such a father, who constantly used his name to bully men and women and swindle in the Bliss Plateau, making him very ashamed.
"My son, what are you saying? I am your father, and I will always be your father. Your body carries my bloodline, which cannot be severed. Quickly capture that bastard for me, and I will personally castrate him to vent my hatred."
The goatee old man adopted the posture of a father lecturing his son, urging Jiumo Shi to capture Ji Mo as soon as possible.
Jiumo Shi already knew the whole story. The goatee old man's fate was entirely his own doing.
Of course, he also knew that Ji Mo was not simple and was killing his way towards the Small Thunderclap Temple.
"That person, this humble monk will definitely send him to hell."
Jiumo Shi said calmly, his gaze towards the goatee old man becoming extremely cold.
However, the goatee old man, still oblivious, said proudly, "As expected of my good son, you care about your father..."
His words abruptly stopped.
The goatee old man's neck was grasped by a fair hand. It was Jiumo Shi who made the move; he could no longer bear it.
"You... you beast, I... I am your father... are you going to commit patricide..."
The goatee old man's face was filled with terror. He never expected Jiumo Shi to do something so rebellious.
"Old man, I've tolerated you for a long time. Die."
Jiumo Shi's face turned ferocious. With a squeeze, the goatee old man's head exploded instantly, and he died on the spot.
He let out a triumphant roar, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild beast, completely devoid of the demeanor of a monk, resembling a demon.
"Reporting to the Buddha's son, that evil Buddha has come knocking."
Outside the door, a monk shouted in panic.
Ji Mo had already arrived.