Chapter 660

Affinity with the Buddha? Hearing this, Ye Changqing was speechless, while Juexin on the side continued.

"Little Friend Ye might not know, but the Buddha Child has a noble status in our Fomen, even higher than me, the Abbot. Only the reincarnation of the Buddha is qualified for that. Our Putuo Temple has been established for so many years and has never conferred a Buddha Child."

Facing Juexin's invitation, Ye Changqing refused without much hesitation.

"Thank you for your kindness, Abbot. However, since I am already a disciple of the Daoyi Sect, it is absolutely impossible for me to change my allegiance. Abbot, you should not say these things in the future, lest the Peak Master finds out and misunderstands, damaging the relationship between our two sects. That would not be good."

"But..."

"But what? You old bald donkey, our Daoyi Sect treats you to a meal, and you still want to poach our people? That's too unkind, isn't it?"

Just then, Venerable Hong's voice came from behind, his face full of displeasure.

Seeing this, Juexin gave a sheepish smile, chatted a few more sentences, and then got up and left.

It was clearly impossible for Putuo Temple to win over Ye Changqing, and Ye Changqing had no thoughts about it at all.

The status of a Buddha Child in the Fomen is incomparably noble, but Ye Changqing is not doing badly in the Daoyi Sect either.

He seems to be a handyman disciple, but in reality, Ye Changqing's treatment is no different from that of a direct disciple.

Moreover, he has never lacked cultivation resources. Whether it's Venerable Hong and the others, or Zhao Zhengping and Xu Jie, they give him numerous cultivation resources every few days, and he can't even finish them.

Furthermore, Ye Changqing truly has feelings for the Daoyi Sect, so it is even more impossible for him to change his allegiance.

Perhaps it was because of his refusal, or perhaps Venerable Hong said something to Juexin behind his back, but anyway, the bald donkeys of Putuo Temple never talked to Ye Changqing about changing his allegiance again.

Time passed day by day, and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly was getting closer and closer. Similarly, the competition in the kitchen was becoming more and more intense.

Now, if you don't have some skills, let alone eating, you can't even smell the aroma.

The best circle of positions outside the kitchen requires a fight every time, and even the courtyard wall is like that. If your strength isn't enough, you don't even have the qualification to lie on the wall.

And so, at this moment, a group of Putuo Temple disciples were lying on the courtyard wall, while behind them, a larger number of disciples stretched their necks, inhaling frantically.

"No smell."

"Holy crap, I smelled it."

"Really?"

"What a clear aroma of beef."

"Let me try."

"Can't smell it."

"Inhale deeply, feel it with your heart, that faint aroma of beef in the air."

Hundreds of meters away from the Daoyi Sect's station, some disciples smelled the aroma and shouted excitedly.

The others around them, seeing this, were not to be outdone. Their faces turned red from holding their breath, and then they shouted excitedly one by one.

"I smelled it too, today we're having beef brisket stew."

"So fragrant."

"How the hell can you guys smell it? Why can't I smell anything?"

"Feel it with your heart."

These disciples belonged to the weakest batch, so even smelling the aroma was a luxury for them.

Having nothing to do, Ye Changqing, who was out for a walk with a large tea mug, heard the shouts of these disciples from afar. His mouth twitched—can they really smell it?

It's several hundred meters away from the kitchen, and there's still an aroma?

He couldn't figure it out, but seeing Ye Changqing, many Putuo Temple disciples hurriedly greeted him politely.

"Senior Brother Ye is out for a walk."

"Senior Brother Ye, you've worked hard."

Their attitudes were extremely fawning. Ye Changqing nodded in response, but with so many people, he soon fled in a panic.

These guys, you aren't even this respectful to your own Putuo Temple elders, right?

It wasn't until after the mealtime that the Daoyi Sect's station returned to calm, and the disciples of the Divine Sword Peak and Jade Maiden Peak had been cultivating exceptionally hard during this period.

There was no other way; the pressure brought by that group of bald donkeys was getting greater and greater. If they didn't work hard to improve their strength, they were afraid they wouldn't be able to get a meal later.

"Damn these bald donkeys, they've even learned the Dragon Claw Hand now."

"What's there to fear about the Dragon Claw Hand? We have the Yang-Locking Technique."

"Damn, they are almost at the Transformation Realm; they can already channel spiritual power into the body."

"Dragon Claw Hand at the Transformation Realm?"

Facing the Transformation Realm Dragon Claw Hand, the Perfect Completion level Yang-Locking Technique is no longer enough. Even if you shrink inside, they can still grab you out.

Therefore, the Yang-Locking Technique must be cultivated to the Transformation Realm.

At night, many Daoyi Sect disciples were still cultivating hard, while on the other side, in the main hall of Putuo Temple, Juexin and other high-level members gathered here.

They were all called by Jueyuan.

After a period of recuperation, Jueyuan had almost recovered.

Although he hadn't fully recovered, he was clearly a bit impatient.

This Abbess Jueqing was stuck to Shi Song every day, and he really couldn't find any opportunity. After weighing it repeatedly, he finally decided to cut the Gordian knot.

He would just kidnap Abbess Jueqing first.

But this required the help of his fellow brothers; they needed to help him block Venerable Hong and the others.

That was why he gathered Juexin and the other brothers together, wanting to beg them for their help.