Chapter 581: You call this a Dong Fu?

He looked at the old monk before him with a complex gaze, wondering which rock crevice this lunatic had popped out of.

"Who... you don't know the Dao Yi Sect?"

Impossible, how could anyone in Dongzhou not know the Dao Yi Sect? Facing Wu Shou's doubt, the old monk gave a disdainful smile and said.

"I naturally know the Dao Yi Sect, but so what? This place used to be where the Dao Yi Sect was, but now it hasn't become my Fomen holy land."

"That makes sense; looking over all of Dongzhou, where else would be more suitable to become my Fomen holy land?"

Listening to that old monk's words, Wu Shou and the others had killing intent continually gathering in their eyes—what the hell is this lunatic saying?

Immediately, Wu Shou couldn't hold back either, shouting angrily.

"Take down this lunatic."

"Never mind the rest for now, let's grab this old monk first." Hearing that, Mu You, Zhang Tianzhen and the others nodded, then immediately attacked him together.

Facing the crowd's encirclement, the old monk not only didn't panic, but instead coldly smiled and said.

"Dare to act violently in my Fomen holy land? You're asking for death."

"I—what the hell—"

Hearing that, Wu Shou couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth—this guy's insanity is a bit over the top.

"I've never seen this person before, and I don't know where he came from."

Having just broken through to the Shèngjìng realm, the old monk couldn't possibly handle Wu Shou and the others together—even one-on-one, he'd likely not be a match for Mu You.

"Don't look at Mu You being just a Pill Master; he's been immersed in the Shèngjìng realm for years, far beyond someone like the old monk who just entered the Shèngjìng realm."

"Bald donkey, acting rampant."

Facing this utterly crazy old monk, Mu You and the others also got genuinely angry.

He rushed in for no reason, spouting nonsense.

"Do you really think that, just by being a little holy one, you can barge into the Dao Yi Sect alone?"

In a single exchange, the old monk was completely suppressed, yet at that moment he shouted loudly toward the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Valley.

"Elder Monk Zhizhang, please, senior monks, lend me your aid."

"Huh???"

Hearing that, Wu Shou and the others were even more confused—what the hell is a Fomen high monk? Where would our Dao Yi Sect get a Fomen high monk? Could this lunatic not have come alone? Are there others?

For a moment, everyone extended their Divine Sense, but after searching, they found not a trace of anyone.

"Please, senior monks, help me."

At this moment, the old monk shouted again, his eyes full of confidence.

This just left Wu Shou and the others baffled—what the hell is this thing? Where's anyone?

They used their Divine Sense to search again in confusion, but damn, still didn't find a single person.

"Please, senior monks, take action."

At this moment, the old monk came out with another line.

This time, Wu Shou and the others finally realized—this guy is just a complete lunatic.

Zhang Tianzhen even seemed to guess something, saying with a complex expression.

"He's not talking to the Demon-Suppressing Valley, is he?"

"Huh???"

Upon hearing that, Wu Shou and the others' eyelids twitched wildly; looking again at the lunatic, he seemed to have been staring at the Demon-Suppressing Valley all along.

If that's the case...... was he drawn here by the Buddha-light of the Demon-Suppressing Valley? He had always thought this place was truly a Fomen holy land.

At least they'd figured it out, but the more so, the more Wu Shou and the others felt gloomy—is this guy an idiot? Does having Buddha-light make a place a Fomen holy land?

"First, take down this lunatic, then we'll talk."

Wu Shou said through gritted teeth; afterward, everyone joined forces and quickly subdued the old monk.

Even so, the old monk remained extremely stubborn, constantly struggling.

Seeing this, Mu You and the others also looked at Wu Shou, clearly meaning for him to decide.

"Send him to the Demon-Suppressing Valley; let him see whoever he wants to see."

"Okay."

Wu Shou waved his hand, said helplessly, then turned and left.

The old monk was also quickly sent into the Demon-Suppressing Valley; seeing another Fomen holy one sent over, the steward in charge of guarding also spoke bluntly.

"These Fomen people seem a bit abnormal."

"Who says otherwise?"

Soon, the old monk got his wish and met the Fomen powerhouses he had longed for.

After entering, he not only didn't find any problems, but instead put his palms together with an excited expression.

"Namo Amitabha, I am the humble monk Zhizhang; I pay my respects to all venerable monks."

"Huh???"

Hearing that, the Fomen holy ones sharing his prison cell were equally bewildered—who the hell is this guy?

However, out of respect for being fellow Fomen disciples, they still returned the salute.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Venerable monks, you are truly worthy of being my Fomen holy ones—able to establish such a Fomen holy land in Dongzhou, practicing diligently, and though this Dong Fu is simple, you are indeed an example for us lesser monks."

Afterward, Master Zhizhang excitedly chatted with everyone, but the more he spoke, the stranger the Fomen holy ones found it—what the hell are they talking about?

"What Fomen holy land? And looking at the surroundings, you dare call this a Dong Fu?"

"He couldn't possibly be an idiot, could he?"

Looking at Master Zhizhang with a complex gaze, eventually, after everyone's exchange, Master Zhizhang gradually came to his senses.

Afterwards his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he sat alone in a corner.

Damn, this isn't a holy land of Fomen, and moreover, those Fomen eminent monks, damn it, were all captured by the Dao Yi Sect; now I've become a prisoner? Or did I willingly walk into this?

Moreover, Fomen is currently at war with the Dao Yi Sect.

Master Zhi Zhang only felt his head buzzing; he needed a little time to calm down.

Master Zhi Zhang's affair was merely a minor incident; at this very moment, above the Boundary Sea between Zhongzhou and Dongzhou, a spatial spirit vessel was swiftly shuttling.

On the deck, Xiao Han Yi still wore white clothes like snow, gazing ahead with an expressionless face.

He felt like a high-mountain snow lotus, pure and cold, lonely and solitary.

At that moment, the middle-aged man traveling with them happened to walk out of the cabin, still holding a wine pot, his face flushed red; obviously he had drunk a lot, and he hadn't used spiritual power to dispel the effects—clearly he was also a lover of alcohol.

Looking at Xiao Han Yi, who had remained motionless for several Shíchén, the middle-aged man joked.

"Are you still worrying about the Dao Yi Sect Sect Master?"

Unfortunately, there was no reply; the middle-aged man seemed already accustomed to this, this iceberg is just like that.

Leaning lazily on the railing, the middle-aged man continued.

"Rest assured, with our speed we'll reach there tomorrow; even if Fomen is stronger than the Dao Yi Sect, they couldn't possibly decide the outcome so quickly."

This time, Xiao Han Yi finally showed some reaction, turning his head to glance at the middle-aged man, then spoke coldly.

"My affairs have nothing to do with you."

"I know, I know, but I really didn't expect that, given your personality, you'd also like..............."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light swept by; several strands of the middle-aged man's hair were instantly cut, a bloody line appeared on his face, and frightened, he hastily raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Xiao Han Yi, meanwhile, coldly stared at him.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it, is it not alright if I don't?"

Faced with Xiao Han Yi's gaze, the middle-aged man quickly gave an embarrassed laugh, saying, "Really, it's just liking someone—what's there to be embarrassed about?"