He wore a gray monk robe that had been patched countless times, with a dirty and equally worn-out fan by his side.

A gourd that hadn't been used for wine in who knows how many years lay scattered nearby.

And the unkempt Mad Monk was snoring with his mouth slightly open, possibly dreaming of some delicious mountain delicacies.

Occasionally, he would scratch himself, and with a little rubbing, a dark mud ball would form.

"Why is he in such a state?"

Dust Concealment frowned slightly, feeling this was not quite what he had imagined.

But with things as they were, there was no turning back.

"Open!"

Accompanied by the Buddha Seal worn by abbots through the ages, it was applied to the cage, and he suddenly felt a piercing light.

When the Buddha Light flashed and was gone, the cage was already wide open.

The sleeping Mad Monk sat up at some unknown time. Although there was no pressure, Dust Concealment felt a sense of unease under his unblinking gaze.

"Ling... Lingyin Temple's 92nd Abbot, Dust Concealment, greets Ancestor Jidian!"

Dust Concealment bowed slightly, while sneaking a glance at the Mad Monk, feeling a bit nervous.

After a brief silence, the Mad Monk finally spoke.

"Ancestor?"

"Who is Ancestor?"

"Who is Jidian?"

"What is Lingyin Temple?"

The Mad Monk seemed to have a myriad of questions, full of curiosity.

"Really crazy?" Dust Concealment was slightly stunned.

Just as he was about to speak, the Mad Monk unexpectedly asked eagerly, "Do... do you have any wine?"

"Ah?"

Dust Concealment was slightly embarrassed: "In response to Ancestor, the temple is a place of purity, there is no meat or wine."

"Then what are you here for?"

The Mad Monk was somewhat angry, causing the entire Subduing Dragon Hall to slightly tremble.

Outside.

The Eighteen Copper Arhats all showed looks of surprise and retreated in unison.

The presence in the ancestral land also gazed nervously over at this place.

Dust Concealment felt it even more, as the immense pressure from the Mad Monk made him feel like he was facing a primordial beast.

"Ancestor, please do not worry. Now that you are free, there is wine and meat everywhere outside. Whatever you want, I can bring it to you!"

He hurriedly soothed, his voice slightly trembling.

Upon hearing this, the Mad Monk surprisingly broke into a smile, and immediately rolled out a mud ball from beneath his arm.

"Good, good, good."

"I don't have much to offer you, come, eat." The Mad Monk said with great hospitality.

"Ah, this..."

Dust Concealment looked at the dark mud ball, his face turning green, cursing internally that this truly was a madman, he then took a deep breath and forced a smile, saying, "Thank you, Ancestor."

After finishing, wearing a bitter expression, he swallowed that mud ball.

The Mad Monk revealed a joyful smile: "Let's go, let's go."

Having said that, he dragged Dust Concealment by the hand and stepped out of the Subduing Dragon Hall.

Clouds rolled across the sky, sunlight fell, making the Mad Monk squint his eyes involuntarily.

At this moment, the Eighteen Copper Arhats and the presence within the ancestral land all gazed at him with immense tension.

He seemed to be oblivious, just dumbly gazing at the Buddhist Hall, lost in thought.

"Why let me out?" the Mad Monk suddenly asked, with a calmness that bewildered Dust Concealment.

"Not crazy?"

He muttered in his heart, then said deeply:

"Ancestor, your Immortal Soldier has been taken by someone."

"Immortal Soldier? Oh..."

The Mad Monk recalled: "It must be retrieved."

Upon hearing this, Dust Concealment instantly showed an extremely excited expression.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the Mad Monk suddenly said, "You have a strong sense of anger."

Dust Concealment's face changed, nervously explaining, "Ancestor is joking, like you, I am also a monk, we monks have long abandoned greed, anger, and obsession."

The Mad Monk looked at Dust Concealment, then at the ancestral land, and said something that left Dust Concealment puzzled.

"You're a monk, he's also a monk, you are all monks."

"I am not a monk."

With these words, the Mad Monk laughed heartily and stepped out, vanishing into the Inner Heaven and Earth.

The hall worshiping the Subduing Dragon Arhat instantly became a ruin.

"This..."

"What does he mean?" Dust Concealment's face turned unsightly.

The presence within the ancestral land heaved a sigh of relief.

...

...

Near White Cliff Mountain, many cultivators and members of the Demon Race have gathered these days.

Initially.

Most came out of curiosity, wanting to see what divine being the Observatory Master of Qingfeng Temple, who almost single-handedly destroyed Jinshan Temple, really was?

Unfortunately, White Cliff Mountain remained shrouded in white mist these days.

No one had gotten a glimpse of that Observatory Master's true face.

On the contrary, over four days, two instances of Celestial Tribulation occurred!

The first time, everyone was shocked, thinking perhaps someone was about to ascend?

But with the second appearance, everyone realized this should not be an Ascension Tribulation!

"There were rumors that an Immortal Pill might have been refined here."

"I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems, could it be true?"

"It's well known that the Observatory Master's Alchemy Skills are extraordinary. When Bai Suzhen brought the Cyan Snake to plead for help, it was thanks to the Ninth Grade Pill crafted by the Observatory Master that revived the Cyan Snake."

"Now, to say he's refined an Immortal Pill, though unbelievable, it may not be impossible!"

"Let's not forget, that Observatory Master suddenly gained Foundation Level strength, now thinking back, it might have been because of the Immortal Pill that he advanced so rapidly!"

"My God, if true, this is beyond astonishing."

"What exactly does this Observatory Master have of which we are unaware?"

"Too monstrous..."

Countless cultivators were amazed.

These days, stories about the Qingfeng Temple's Observatory Master have spread throughout the Cultivation Realm.

From top cultivation experts to demons and monsters.

Even the Zombie Ancestor, who was cultivating in seclusion, had his coffin lid lifted by descendants to hear a bunch of stories.

The name Qingfeng Temple's Observatory Master has now become ubiquitous.

This has led to more and more people flocking here, eager to see his true form.

Meanwhile, a ragged Mad Monk attracted everyone's attention.

The Mad Monk was wearing worn monk shoes, waving a broken fan, wearing a hat resembling an old treasure, and clad in a tattered, patched monk robe, drunkenly making his way toward White Cliff Mountain.

Even more audaciously, in his dirty hand, he held a steaming, greasy chicken leg.

He took a bite of chicken leg, then a sip of wine, his face full of blissful enjoyment.

This caused many cultivators to frown.

"Where does this wild monk come from, daring to ignore the precepts?"

Some couldn't help but scold him directly.

But the Mad Monk wasn't angry, just kept munching on the chicken leg, smilingly saying:

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha stays in the heart."

"If people followed me, they'd surely fall into the Demon Dao."

"Hehe, hic..."

The Mad Monk burped, then ignored the Immortal Platform's restrictions on White Cliff Mountain, swaying along the rugged path.

"???"

At that moment, everyone widened their eyes.

Meanwhile, Lin Heng at the mountain's back focused his gaze, looking towards the foot of the mountain.

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