Su Mu got straight to the point, declaring his purpose; he was here for the secret method of the Secret Realm.
The yellow-robed old monk did not speak upon hearing this, while Zen Ming, the gaunt old monk on the right, slightly raised his eyebrows, speaking with a slightly cold tone, "Benefactor, you are not a disciple of our Vajra Temple. The Dharma is not lightly transmitted; this matter is impossible."
Su Mu furrowed his brows slightly, not looking at the gaunt old monk, but instead directly at Zen Jing, the leading yellow-robed old monk.
"Is this the intention of Vajra Temple?"
"Hmph!"
Zen Ming snorted coldly, the monk's robe fluttered noisily, with Sanskrit script seemingly circulating around his body, instantly resembling the Furious Eyes Vajra statue outside the courtyard. The powerful aura pressed down like a heavy hammer, causing the cyan bricks around Wuming to buckle under the pressure, cracks spreading rapidly like a spider's web.
