Chapter 1535: I Became Bald, and Also Stronger

The land bathed in Buddhist light.

Inside Cold Moon Temple, monks gathered once, their expressions solemn, brows furrowed, the hall filled with a dangerous atmosphere.

Outside the main hall, silence reigned, needles could be heard dropping, monks and disciples in various poses frozen in mid-air, motionless, a few children in Daoist robes walked slowly towards the main hall with hands behind their backs.

"Amitabha, who are you, master, and why do you intrude into my Cold Moon Temple?"

A monk scolded angrily, his three hundred pounds of fat trembling thrice.

"You may call me the Little Prince, today your sect's cultivators have intruded into the Pure Land of Extreme Evil with dire consequences, we don't seek trouble, but we're not afraid of it either, a letter to announce to the world, whether to fight or reconcile, it's up to you!"

A child in Daoist robes took out a letter and tossed it to the fat-headed big-eared monk.