They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 64 Holy crap! Bodhidharma!

Just as Wu Cheng was about to raise his hands in celebration, he realized that it wasn't the sun, but a giant bald head!

The bald head was so dazzling in the sunlight that Wu Cheng almost thought he was seeing a prism tower.

Moreover, this monk not only had a shiny bald head, but his clothes were also dazzling.

Although he wore a moon-white monk's robe, he wore a brocade robe covered with seven treasures, including gold, silver, lapis lazuli, giant clam shell, agate, pearl, and amber, which shone brightly in the sunlight.

Xue Jianren muttered under his breath, "Dressed so flashy, aren't they just asking to be robbed?"

Although he was muttering to himself, Da Yu had always been a devout Buddhist, so he didn't dare to speak too loudly.

Mainly because he had just joined the Sword Pavilion, he didn't want to cause trouble for the Asking Heaven Sect and his father.

Wu Cheng smiled as well, "This monk is indeed no ordinary person."

Xue Jianren glanced at the monk a few times, then subconsciously swallowed. "Indeed, this monk looks fierce enough."

The monk was at least 1.95 meters tall in Wu Cheng's previous life, and he was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted. His arms were almost as thick as Wu Cheng's waist. The originally loose monk's robe looked like a tight-fitting garment on him.

"That's not all," Wu Cheng continued. "He dares to wander around outside alone in such an expensive robe without getting into trouble, which clearly shows he's fearless. This person's strength is definitely not weak."

As they were talking, the monk had already arrived.

He clasped his hands together and bowed to Wu Cheng, saying, "Your clothes are extraordinary, yet you still care about the people. Buddha will surely bless you."

Wu Cheng laughed heartily, "Master, there's no need for such flattery. You're dressed so luxuriously; I have no money to offer you alms."

"You're quite an interesting person, benefactor." The burly monk sat down directly and then asked, "Would a bowl of coarse tea suffice?"

"Of course." Just as Wu Cheng was about to call the tea stall owner, the monk interrupted him, then pointed his carrot-thick finger at the tea bowl in Wu Cheng's hand, "This humble monk only needs the tea bowl in your hand, benefactor."

Qingque and Bai Suyi, who were looking at each other, suddenly narrowed their eyes and looked over.

Xue Jianren slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "How dare you be so rude, monk! Are you here to cause trouble?"

The monk clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, without offering any rebuttal.

Wu Cheng raised his hand to stop Xue Jianren, and handed the monk the coarse tea he hadn't drunk a drop of, saying, "Master, you can have it if you want, but I think it's best if you don't drink it."

"Thank you for your kindness, but this humble monk is thirsty, so I must drink this tea."

Without waiting for Wu Cheng to persuade him further, the monk finished the coarse tea in the porcelain bowl in one gulp.

Wu Cheng, Bai Suyi, and Qing Que immediately looked over.

Seeing that he was unharmed, Wu Cheng raised an eyebrow. "Could it be that there was no poison in this tea?"

He glanced at the old man at the tea stall; the old man's face was deathly pale, and he was trembling like a leaf.

"There is no poison in the tea." The monk smiled, placed the teacup on the table, and then put his hands together in prayer, saying, "My Dharma name is Bodhidharma. May I ask how you are addressed, benefactor?"

Bodhidharma?!

Wu Cheng was shocked.

Even in another world, this Dharma name is not something an ordinary person can bear!

Besides, this person really is a monk!

Wu Cheng immediately withdrew his gaze from the tea stall owner, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "I am Xue Jianren, a disciple of the Wentian Sect. I greet you, Master."

"Huh?" Xue Jianren turned around in surprise.

You're using my name!

Bodhidharma smiled faintly, "This is probably the benefactor Xue Jianren. If I am not mistaken, you should be Prince Wu Cheng, who ranks first on the Hidden Dragon List?"

Wu Cheng showed no embarrassment whatsoever, "How could you guess that, Master?"

Bodhidharma smiled slightly, "It's only because you claim to be a disciple of the Wentian Sect, and who in the Wentian Sect could possess such talent at such a young age?"

Like a sedan chair carried by many, Bodhidharma's flattery was quite pleasing, and Wu Cheng, naturally, was not one to be swayed by gentle words but not by force, said, "Master, you flatter me. I have seen many monks, but none have your charisma. However..."

After a pause, Wu Cheng suddenly said, "Master, are you perhaps coming here specifically to target me?"

Bai Suyi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, while Qingque's hand had already touched the umbrella handle.

"Amitabha, Your Highness is the one this humble monk has come to meet, but this encounter is only due to fate." Bodhidharma seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere between Qingque and Bai Suyi. "Your Highness can rest assured, you are not the target this humble monk intends to eliminate."

Wu Cheng gave a slight smile. "Then I thank you, Master."

Bombard? Why does this guy have the accent of a Hong Kong comic book hero?

He carefully examined Bodhidharma.

Just now, he only thought that he was strong and imposing, and because his bald head and cassock were too shiny, he couldn't see his face clearly. But now, when he looked again, Wu Cheng saw thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes and a high nose behind the curly beard.

"Is the master not from the Central Plains?"

"Amitabha." Bodhidharma clasped his hands together. "This humble monk comes from the Western Lands. I have heard that the Central Plains and the Southern Kingdom are not only the legitimate successors of China, but also a place where Buddhism is flourishing. Therefore, I have come to pay my respects."

Wu Chengran replied, "So, Master, you wish to accompany me to Lin'an, and then I will introduce you to my father?"

"I have heard that His Majesty of the Southern Kingdom is a virtuous Buddhist layman, and I have come here specifically to seek your guidance." Bodhidharma adopted an extremely humble posture.

Xue Jianren muttered under his breath, "Then why dress so flashy? Aren't they just asking for trouble?"

Wu Cheng laughed and said, "Senior Brother Xue, this is the brilliance of the master."

Xue Jianren was puzzled. "How is this clever? A child causing trouble with gold makes people think that everyone is a devil. If it were me, I would definitely dress more discreetly."

Wu Cheng shook his head. "If it weren't for this brocade robe, how would others know that you are a high-ranking Buddhist monk? Not everyone will know who you are first. This brocade robe is the 'stepping stone' you prepared, Master, isn't it?"

Bodhidharma lowered his head, looked kindly, and clasped his hands together, saying, "Amitabha, Your Highness is indeed a person of innate wisdom."

Both Bai Suyi and Qingque were scrutinizing Damo.

The two of them remained silent, each searching their minds for clues related to the monk from their past lives.

But upon closer reflection, I found myself completely forgetting them.

Strange, where did this monk come from? I can't see through him, but his strength is definitely not bad.

But why was such a powerful monk never heard of in my previous life?

Both of them subconsciously looked at Wu Cheng again.

Yes, that must be because of Wu Cheng.

In his previous life, he had spent the last few years on the back mountain of the Wentian Sect. It was two years later when he finally came down the mountain and returned to Lin'an.

At this point in time, Bai Suying was still practicing swordsmanship on the mountain, while Qingque was still a palace maid in the palace.

Wu Cheng smiled and said, "Your companions are quite good, but I wonder where you will be staying tonight, Master?"

"There is an Iron Buddha Temple in the town. I would like to take a walk around the town and see what it is like. Would Your Highness be willing to accompany me?" Bodhidharma asked in return.

Wu Cheng smiled and stood up. "Of course, Master, let's go."

After the group left, the tea stall owner, who was trembling like a leaf, went over to look at the bowl of coarse tea that Bodhidharma had finished drinking, while the other three bowls of tea remained untouched on the table.

"That's impossible... I clearly drugged him."

The tea stall owner poured himself a cup of tea and drank it, then his eyes rolled back and he collapsed unconscious.

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Walking through the town, Wu Cheng asked, "Master, you knew the tea was poisoned, so why did you protect that old man? Do Buddhists also lie?"

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk only said that there is no poison in the tea, not that there is no medicine in the tea, so it is not considered a lie."

Then Bodhidharma sighed, "That man's greed arose because of my robe. Human nature cannot withstand the test. This is my fault. How can I make things difficult for him further?"