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There were still two levels to reach the fifth level. Ling Hao was a little anxious, and he wondered how Little White was doing.

He needed to find spirit stones or treasures of heaven and earth so that he could absorb their energy and break through. If he were to rely on meditation, it would take a very long time to reach the fifth heaven.

All cultivators had to be rich, even if they were talented and had no spirit stones or pills.

Suddenly, he heard a cold shout.

Ling Hao's hearing ability was extremely sensitive. He turned around and saw a monk wearing a monk robe and holding a monk staff. In front of him was a white tiger. When Ling Hao looked over, he was slightly stunned.

It was impossible to see through its strength.

He only saw the monk coldly shouting, "Evil creature, how dare you kill someone in my Buddhist Sect's quiet and secluded land? How can I tolerate you?"

"Old bald donkey, are you saying that reciting scriptures every day means entering the path of Buddhism because of me?"

The white tiger bared its fangs, and a violent aura assaulted his senses.

It was originally a descendant of the White Tiger race at the foot of the mountain. It was a descendant of an ancient God Beast. Although it had lived for tens of thousands of years and its bloodline was thin and sparse, it was still the bloodline of a King.

That day, when he was out carefree, he met this monk and was subdued by him. He felt helpless, because the monk wanted to take him to the Spirit Mountain Temple and bring him into the Buddhist Sangha.

It had had enough of the days of the Green Lantern Buddha. This morning, when the old monk was not around, it had sneakily gone out. It did not expect to be stopped by Shami.

After the old monk saw it, how could he allow it? He immediately chased after the Spirit Mountain temple and arrived at this unknown mountain.

The old monk was known as the Air Passage. Because of his long history of cultivation, the monks of the Spirit Mountain Temple called him an Air Passage Zen Master.

"Hmph, evil creature, you still refuse to be enlightened, my Buddhist sect is the orthodox under the heavens, you have the temperament of a beast, and on the account of you having the blood of the White Tiger, I originally wanted to cross you, who would have known that you were so stubborn!"

The Imperius Monk's hands were clasped together like a raging diamond. His monastic robe danced in the absence of wind.

"Aerial crossing, air crossing, you old man, your name is just like that. I'm afraid you've been travelling by air your entire life. I have my demon beast's dao, so why do you need to meddle in my business?"

The White Tiger was furious.

This old man simply did not differentiate right from wrong and forcefully allowed him to enter the Spirit Mountain Temple. Back then, he only compromised because his strength was inferior to his own. Now, his cultivation was equal.

Why should it be up to you?

Besides, demons have their own path. Humans have their own path, so why force yourself?

"I, the monk, have no choice but to surrender to you again!" The Ascendant took a step forward, threw his staff into the air, and began to mutter an incantation. The staff began to glow with a golden light, carrying a vast and mighty true essence as it rushed towards the White Tiger.

The White Tiger roared, and it was deafening.

Ling Hao covered his ears, his mind buzzing.

This White Tiger's cultivation was much higher than his own.

Most likely, he was not a sun or moon cultivator.

He did not expect that the strength of the White Tiger was the same as his. Thinking back and forth, it was probably listening to him recite the sutras for a long time, increasing its cultivation even more.

The Ascending Buddhist Master and the White Tiger fought with each other, causing the thunder in the surrounding area to rumble and the ancient trees in the forest to break one after another.

As time passed, the White Tiger fell into a disadvantageous position. Seeing this opportunity, the Imperial Ascendant's eyes narrowed and he struck the White Tiger with his palm, sending its body flying.

It landed on a large tree, dying it in blood.

"Old bald donkey, how despicable!" The White Tiger was on the verge of death, even speaking. Faintly, he could only helplessly watch as the Ascending Buddhist Master walked over.

Are we going to the Spirit Mountain Temple again?

It was very afraid of that place. It was simply a cage.

The Green Lantern Buddha said that he wanted to cross you to join Buddha.

In the end, it became a demon!

"Come back with me. This time, I will lock you up for a thousand years."

The face of the Ascendant of the Ascendant was filled with peace.

"Hahaha, old bald donkey, even if Tiger Lord dies, don't even think of making me go back!"

The White Tiger smiled sinisterly. Raising its sharp claws, it was about to slap towards its head.

Yes, there were times when being alive was better than being dead. To the Buddhist Monk, that place was a peaceful place, but to him, it was like a cage, a cage that he could be afraid of.

The Imperials were shocked.

"Even if you die, you're still unwilling to return with me?"

"I am the Buddhist Ascending Zen Master, and I am responsible for my life. Why are you so stubborn?"

At this moment, the distance was very far, and he was actually unable to stop it.

He suddenly heard a voice, "Old monk, I'm not willing, why do you insist?"

As he looked over, he saw a white-clothed youth holding a dying white tiger under his arm as he soared into the sky.

"Stay!" The hands of Zen Master Kong Du released a beam of golden light, and like a hand that covered the sky, he grabbed at Ling Hao.

Ling Hao slightly smiled as his figure vanished into thin air.

Teleportation.

Within three thousand kilometers, it was moving randomly.

If they really did encounter an expert that had sealed off the space, even Ling Hao would not be able to utilize it. But at this moment, he was able to.

"I will find you. I, Zen Master Ascending, want to enter Buddha through it. Only the Buddhist Sect can make people happy."

The sky ferry's Buddhist master clasped his hands and took a step forward. It was as if he had shrunk to an inch, but he actually walked very, very far away.