Spirit Mountain Temple was in complete chaos, with the head waving a butcher's knife, threatening murder, while a group of Arhats desperately clung to him to prevent him from making a fool of himself. The Meat-Wine Monk frowned deeply, sighing repeatedly. It was one thing for that little monster to steal the scripture and escape; having met Fang Xing once, he knew well that little brat's mischievous disposition. Moreover, Bai Qianzhang had previously suddenly expedited his departure to the Divine Land, which, in a way, had already sounded the alarm for the Spirit Mountain Temple.
However, with the Divine Show Little Monk, who regarded Spirit Mountain Temple as his lifeline, being coaxed away, the monk couldn't help but worry!
How kind and good Divine Show Little Monk is, being led astray by that monster—who knows what he might turn into?
