However, the words spoken by the other party were somewhat surprising to Chu Mo.

Too much killing? Limited magical power? What does that mean? Chu Mo thought about it and realized that his killing indeed was quite heavy.

However, these acts of killing were not something he wanted to create; almost all of them were beyond his control.

At this moment, a young bald monk walked out of the small temple. The monk had a kind face, clear brows, and beautiful eyes, and his gaze contained a gentle light as he looked at Chu Mo with his hands clasped together.

"This humble monk Xu Du greets the donor," he said.

Chu Mo nodded and said to the young monk, "I am Chu Xiaohei."

The young monk smiled slightly and said, "A name is merely an appellation; it doesn't really matter what one is called." With that, he gazed softly at Chu Mo and added, "Has the donor come here for a reason?"

"Oh?" Chu Mo looked at the young monk. "What are you saying? Can't one come here without a reason?"

"Hehe, the donor misunderstands, the little monk had no such intention," the young monk said with a slight smile. A flash of sharpness passed through his gentle eyes as he focused on Chu Mo. "The little monk sensed that the donor seems to have something on his mind, and this place is the direction of Buddhism. Normally, people would not come to Buddhism for the living... unless it is for a deceased relative or friend..."

Chu Mo listened calmly, but the more he listened, the more alarmed he became. He hadn't expected this young monk to be so insightful. However, this gave Chu Mo an extremely uncomfortable feeling, for no particular reason, purely instinctual.

It was as if a brightly feathered rooster had seen another of its kind with equally vibrant feathers. That sense of rejection and dislike all came from the heart.

"It is said that Buddhist disciples are pure in the six senses and careful with their words. How come it seems a bit different with the young master?" Chu Mo raised an eyebrow and looked at the young monk; it was his first time counterattacking this monk.

Since meeting him, all the rhythm had been controlled by the young monk. Now Chu Mo couldn't hold back his counterattack, not wanting to be led by the nose any longer.

Xu Du indeed paused briefly, and then looked deeply at Chu Mo, "Does the donor think the little monk is being nosy?"

"What if I do?" said Chu Mo lightly. "In this turbid world, who dares to claim their mind is free of stray thoughts? But since the little master has entered the monastic life, he should be more transparent than others. First, you disrupted my mind with scriptures, then you showed up to confuse my thoughts. Here, I would like to ask you, what are you trying to do?"

The young monk Xu Du was taken aback, then gave a bitter smile, "No wonder my master keeps saying that my cultivation is not yet accomplished; I had quite a bit of disagreement with that. Now I see, it's indeed not accomplished."

Speaking, the gentle light in his eyes receded, replaced by a gaze full of sharpness. His eyes, sharp as knives, turned to Chu Mo, "I heard from my master that a young saint recently graced us with his presence. I couldn't accept it, for there are only great thieves in this world, no saints. Seeing the donor tainted with an aura of killing, it's clear there is no connection with sainthood. However, according to my master, that person should be you. Therefore, the little monk is unconvinced and wishes to seek your instruction!"

A young saint?

Chu Mo's face looked strange as he thought to himself, are they talking about me? That's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it? He certainly didn't have such enlightenment. A young saint? He was merely a young man full of hesitation and confusion. So what this person was saying definitely wasn't about him.

As Xu Du spoke, he immediately assumed a starting pose, and his aura suddenly erupted forth.

A faint halo appeared behind Xu Du, barely visible as it manifested.

This was the result of attaining the fruit of practice!

Chu Mo was somewhat surprised internally. To ensure a smooth journey, he had studied Buddhism extensively. He knew that some high monks in Buddhism were protected by halos. The more profound a monk's knowledge of Buddhism, the more distinct the halo.

However, generally speaking, those who manifested a halo behind their heads were already quite exceptional!

It was usually the very old monks, at least a few hundred years old, who would have such an attainment. For a young monk like Xu Du to exhibit this at his age was extremely rare.

"Make your move!" Xu Du said in a deep voice.

"Why should I fight you? You're making no sense at all!" Chu Mo furrowed his brow and looked at Xu Du. "Has your cultivation made you lose your mind? Do I have a feud with you?"

"No feud," Xu Du replied.

"Any grievance?" Chu Mo asked again.

"No grudge," Xu Du replied.

"With no grievance or enmity, why would I fight you?" Chu Mo complained, rolling his eyes.

"It's because you are steeped in killing, yet you're hailed as a young saint; I've endured arduous cultivation since childhood, never harming a mosquito, ant, or any such creature, yet my master says I will never become a saint!" Xu Du declared fiercely, "I refuse to accept this!"

With that, he launched a punch towards Chu Mo.

This punch was heavy and powerful, like a mountain charging toward him.

Chu Mo dodged, avoiding Xu Du's punch, and then said gravely, "You've mistaken me for someone else; I am not any young saint."

"I have a discerning eye, I would not make a mistake. Stop running, face my strike!" Xu Du threw another punch, his voice harsh.

Chu Mo dodged again, "You are sick in the head!"

"Stop evading, face my strike!" Xu Du called out coldly again.

What happens once can happen twice, but not a third or fourth time.

Chu Mo casually returned a punch with the Heaven and Earth, Three Talents Boxing Technique's Man Fist.

With a bang, his punch collided with Xu Du's, resulting in a muffled sound. A tremendous force exploded in all directions.

Apart from the little temple that seemed to be protected by arrays, a few distant mountains were instantly flattened by this force.

Chu Mo took a few steps back, whereas Xu Du was forced back a dozen steps!

Xu Du's pale face turned a tinge red, as he looked at Chu Mo with disbelief, unable to comprehend why his Mahayana stage cultivation was overpowered by someone at the Spirit Refining stage.

Chu Mo looked at Xu Du, "Still want to fight?"

In fact, Chu Mo was also shocked. Despite having pushed Xu Du back with his punch, Xu Du wasn't hurt at all. Moreover, Xu Du hadn't used his full strength just then. If Xu Du had, Chu Mo might not have been able to send him back a dozen steps.

This monk was no ordinary fellow!

Xu Du slowly shook his head, murmuring, "Master was right, a young saint is indeed extraordinary, even I... am not a match."

Chu Mo was inwardly exasperated, thinking whether or not he was some young saint was one thing, but this monk... was certainly full of himself.

"I'll take you to meet my master," Xu Du hesitated slightly, then looked up at Chu Mo and said.

"Your master?" Chu Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes, my master is the current patriarch of the Buddhist sect. Isn't that why you came here, to meet my master?" Xu Du's eyes again showed a softness, and he seemed to have completely reverted to his previous tranquility.

It was not until Chu Mo met the kind-eyed, benevolent old monk under Xu Du's guidance that he somewhat couldn't believe how smoothly his visit to the Buddhist temple was going.

It was even so smooth that it felt almost unbelievable to him!

"I am already aware of your purpose for coming here," the kind-eyed, benevolent old monk looked at Chu Mo with a gentle expression and spoke softly.

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