With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 808 - 607: Toast or Punishment, Qianyuan Thunder Strike, Bring It Here!

Chapter 808: Chapter 607: Toast or Punishment, Qianyuan Thunder Strike, Bring It Here!

This group of monks all have their souls out of body, leaving only their physical forms in the room. Where did they go? To the Dharma Realm, right!"

Upon hearing this, Abbot Guyue’s pupils suddenly contracted, the Zen Stick in his hand clattered to the ground, and he didn’t come back to his senses for a long time.

"Old monk, do I need to speak even clearer?"

Realm Breakthrough Three Limits, his current spiritual power combined with mutated senses, his ability to perceive is extremely strong; these things naturally cannot escape his eyes.

Meng Chuan had already detected it when he first entered.

No matter how hidden it is, under his perception, it cannot hide anywhere.

This is Zishou Temple’s hope of resolving the magical contamination themselves and breaking free from the temple reform.

On the ground, Chen Xin, anxious and letting out wailing cries, tried to speak but was suffocated and couldn’t breathe, his face turning increasingly purple, looking like a water-deprived shriveled eggplant.

After listening to Meng Chuan’s words, Abbot Guyue didn’t come back to his senses for a long time, his whole body stiff with cold.

With his cultivation at the edge of the Grandmaster’s level, he felt a thick coldness in the air, couldn’t help but shiver.

His mouth opened to an O shape, opened and closed several times before barely speaking:

"Benefactor, you don’t know, this old monk..."

Meng Chuan’s eyes widened, his voice roared like thunder:

"Fetch it!"

"If you dare say one more word, I’ll fetch it myself. After all, I, Meng, have a government task, might as well complete it together!"

Government task!

Temple reform?

Tasks like these are mostly supervised by Grandmasters, how could they assign such a young lad to handle it?

Luotian Grand Assembly...

Right, right, the masters are busy in the mountains, the government conveniently sends this fellow to cause trouble, intending to punish Zishou Temple...

After some frantic thoughts by the old monk, the coldness in his body grew heavier.

His eyes were blank, like those of a normal old man approaching twilight.

Meng Chuan doesn’t know what kind of brain this person has; he doesn’t know anything about temple reform...

The government task he undertook is also related to cutting off the theft of Arhat faith statues, nothing to do with temple reform.

Didn’t expect this old monk to fall for it...

The timing was about right, Meng Chuan’s momentum eased, withdrawing the mountain pressing down on the back of the other monk on the ground.

"Huff huff—"

Chen Xin greedily took big breaths, but dared not waste time.

He quickly sprang to his feet, crawling and bowing with a smile:

"I’ll go, I’ll go fetch it, Benefactor, please wait."

Enduring the pain in his waist, he constantly nodded and bowed to Meng Chuan.

He signaled to the Abbot with his eyes, indicating not to act rashly.

Being able to bend and stretch is quite a character...

Meng Chuan’s expression eased a bit, and simultaneously, with a thought, a strange phenomenon manifested around him, a dense black mist churned.

The two were like facing a formidable enemy, what’s going on!

Didn’t they agree, yet ready to act again!

But then, as summoned by Meng Chuan’s heart, a long black-golden shadow appeared in the mist.

Gliding within the room, gradually extricating its full body from Meng Chuan.

A huge and mighty dragon stretched across the silent room, weather gathering, dragon demon appears!

Even with its posture restrained, it’s still packed the room fully.

The dragon’s face, receiving Meng Chuan’s instruction, turned to the previously smiling but now stupefied old monk Chen Xin.

Its mouth and nose spewed hot breaths, scathing Chen Xin’s face like knife cuts, the two "people" nearly kissing!

The monks had no truth in their mouths, too cunning, Meng Chuan had to call a supervisor to keep a close watch.

"You both go together."

The dragon demon nodded, its now more solid body nearly overturned the large chamber’s roof.

As the Celestial Demon’s True Spirit and similar potent substances continually entered its belly.

It also transitioned from "having form but no substance" to "having form and substance."

But according to his observations, the progress is extremely slow, destined to be a long journey.

Meanwhile, with face near the dragon demon, Chen Xin’s face was ashen, head drooped, no longer pretending.

His last bit of hopeful thought was completely shattered.

After striking dozens of times, it deserves a sweet reward.

Meng Chuan held back laughter, his voice softened:

"Don’t try tricks again, I can treat today as if it never happened; these secret dealings with Shaolin, I can ignore them."

Chen Xin’s expression brightened, a glimmer seemed to return to his eyes.

"Really?"