Such arrogance left everyone present stunned.
Su Xiaoluo covered her mouth, looking incredulously at the Daoist.
She hadn't expected the Daoist to dare to be so blunt with the high monks of the Zen Spirit Temple!
This, this, this...
Isn't this too cool?
Su Xiaoluo couldn't help but smile, becoming more determined to join the Daoist's sect.
She just loved the Daoist's attitude.
Care for no one, don't provoke me.
Mess with me and I'll take you on!
Why practice cultivation at all?
Isn't it exactly for this kind of freedom?!
At this moment, Kong Wen and the others were totally unprepared for Lin Heng's audacity!
This made Kong Wen's aged face flush with anger, filled with immense fury.
However, upon seeing the opponent raise a Demon-Slaying Rod, Kong Wen's face twitched, calming down.
"This is... a Third Grade Magical Artifact!"
As an elder of the Zen Spirit Temple, Kong Wen's vision far surpassed that of Wang Yuan and others.
He could see at a glance the terrifying power contained within the Demon-Slaying Rod.
Though he also possessed a Second Grade Magical Artifact, facing this Third Grade Magical Artifact made him somewhat apprehensive.
"Lin Heng, you've gone too far!"
"How dare you show disrespect to Elder Kong Wen?"
Wang Yuan and Wang Sheng stepped forward, sternly reprimanding.
Lin Heng's cold gaze immediately shot towards them.
Just one look.
Made them tremble, involuntarily stepping back.
Lin Heng spoke indifferently, "If not for the face of Elder Ling Feng, I would have kicked you out the moment you showed up in monk robes!"
"You..."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yuan and Wang Sheng's faces turned red with anger and shame, but Lin Heng's imposing manner made them involuntarily timid.
"Enough."
At this moment, Elder Kong Wen finally spoke, his face as dark as water:
"Since the Observatory Master is so obstinate, there's nothing more to say."
"Let's hope the Observatory Master can maintain such arrogance tomorrow night!"
"Let's go!"
With that, Elder Kong Wen flicked his sleeve and left, his disciples and Wang Yuan hurriedly following.
However, the disciples were reluctant.
"Master, are we just going to let him be so arrogant?"
"With so many watching, leaving like this could damage the Buddhist Sect's reputation?"
Hearing this, Wang Yuan and Wang Sheng immediately nodded in agreement.
Lin Heng's words had pierced them like a needle.
Filling their hearts with anger!
But Kong Wen took a deep breath, shook his head, and said helplessly:
"The Demon-Slaying Rod in his hand is likely a Third Grade Magical Artifact."
"If a conflict arises, I am not entirely confident."
"What?"
These words left his disciple shocked.
"That rod is actually a Third Grade Magical Artifact?"
As Kong Wen's direct disciple, Jue Xin had already entered the path of cultivation and could recognize the artifact in Lin Heng's hand.
But he hadn't expected it to be of the Third Grade!
Even his master, a Zen Spirit Temple elder, only had a Second Grade artifact!
"What kind of fortune has this guy found?" Jue Xin couldn't figure it out.
And once again, Kong Wen spoke shockingly:
"Actually, it's not just the Demon-Slaying Rod; the bunch of artifacts he's carrying are no ordinary items either!"
"This..." Hearing this, Jue Xin was rendered speechless.
Wang Yuan and Wang Sheng were equally surprised, unable to comprehend where their unassuming Junior Brother Lin gathered such treasures.
Making them feel a pang of jealousy.
"Alright, there's no need to envy."
"As the saying goes, 'A common man is innocent, but holding a treasure is a crime.' The artifacts he holds may seem valuable, but without great strength, they are merely a source of disaster."
After all, Kong Wen was a seasoned monk, quickly regaining his composure, glancing back insipidly, then heading downhill with a flick of his sleeve.
Unexpectedly, he'd only walked a few steps.
When a group of anxious villagers appeared ahead, led by a farmer with dark skin carrying a little girl, hastily ascending the mountain.
Upon seeing Kong Wen and the others about to descend.
The villagers' eyes suddenly lit up with hope.
"I said that I saw Elder Kong Wen of the Zen Spirit Temple going up the mountain earlier!"
A woman exclaimed, extremely excited.
The others equally showed spirited expressions.
"That's great, that's great."
"Tie Zhu, with high monks from Zen Spirit Temple here, Er Ya can certainly be saved!"
"She definitely can!"
The dark-skinned farmer carrying the little girl was named Tie Zhu.
Upon seeing Kong Wen, he rushed over.
Jue Xin and the others frowned slightly at this scene.
Then, in the next moment, the farmer directly knelt before Elder Kong Wen.
"Master, save us! Master, save us!!"
He was full of anxiety, tears streaming down his face like a fountain.
Elder Kong Wen showed displeasure: "If you have something to request, speak of it properly, no need for crying and wailing."
Upon hearing this, Tie Zhu quickly wiped his tears, holding the girl in his arms, he explained briefly:
"Master, this is my daughter, Er Ya."
"She went to help with washing clothes by the river this morning, accidentally fell in, and was saved by others on the shore, spitting out a few mouthfuls of water, we thought she'd be fine."
"But for some reason, she hasn't woken up."
"Her breathing continues, and I've consulted the village's old doctor. It's not severe drowning; she was rescued promptly, but just won't wake up."
"The village elders suggested it might be an evil spirit; initially, I didn't believe it, but look at my daughter's back."
While speaking, Tie Zhu rolled up the girl's shirt at the back.
There lay a hideous, bluish-black human face!
"Master, is this the work of a water ghost dragging her to be a scapegoat?"
Accompanying villagers crowded around Tie Zhu, their faces tense yet filled with curiosity.
Kong Wen said nothing, his brows furrowed, reaching out to touch the sinister black print of the human face.
The next moment, he recoiled, deep fear in his eyes, thinking:
"Such a sinister aura!"
"This, this, this...this isn't just any ordinary water ghost?"
"This is a powerful evil spirit for sure!"
Kong Wen felt a lingering fear.
Seeing his expression, Tie Zhu became instantly alarmed.
"Master, what exactly is going on? Can you...can you save her?"
"I..."
Kong Wen's face shifted slightly, stammering:
"Save...of course, I can save her."
"But it must be within the Zen Spirit Temple, with the aid of Buddhist Magical Artifacts that I can save her."
"But in her current state, she likely cannot hold out until she reaches the temple..."
Saying this, Kong Wen feigned a regretful sigh, indicating he was powerless to help.
Hearing this, Tie Zhu was thrown into panic.
"Master, Master, please think of a way. I have only this one daughter; I cannot lose her..."
"I beg you, whatever you want me to do, just save my daughter."
"Please, save my daughter!!!"
Tie Zhu cried bitterly, his dark face full of tears.
But inside, Kong Wen was unmoved.
Even if I could save her, what's a farmer worth to me?
"I say, good sir, isn't there a Daoist on this mountain of yours?"
"Why not approach him for such matters?"
Suddenly, Jue Xin spoke up, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.