Chapter 71

Bao Butong watched the scene and gasped, his heart cooling. He had always prided himself on his sharp, stinging tongue—if he claimed second place for cutting remarks, no one dared claim the first. But seeing this, he realized Murong Fu’s performance was leagues beyond his own. Murong Fu could drive a man to vomit blood with his words, while the best he could do was make people spit back at him. At that moment, a voice called out, "Amitabha! Benefactor Murong, regardless of whether your claims are true or false, your suppression of Buddhism and your destruction of Tianlong Temple are undeniable facts!" The crowd followed the sound to see a monk. Though he was a man, he looked like a withered corpse, his skin clinging so tightly to his bones that it seemed there was no muscle beneath it.