Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

"Old monk Kuzhu, greetings to Your Excellency."


The old monk bowed to Shu Guan with his palms together.


Behind him, the young monk also greeted the old monk with a shout of "Master."


Because before he came to Xin Xiang Temple, he had already inquired about the situation in this small temple, according to what he knew, there were originally two monks in this small temple hidden in the alley, one old and one young.


However, the old monk had already died a few months ago.


But now this old monk had walked out of a Buddha statue.


Shu Guan had always sensed that there was some secret in this small temple, but he hadn't expected it to be such a secret.


He looked at the old monk dumbfounded, then thought for a moment and sat back down at the stone table.


"Esteemed master, why don't you explain to me what is going on."


He smiled and spoke to the two old and young monks standing by the stone table.


Chapter 47: The Monk Who Became a Thief (Part 3)