Chapter 1842: The Old Monk Hits People

What is this?

Isn't this just treating him like a complete fool?

And then saying it has nothing to do with him, telling him not to get involved?

Can he really just stay out of it?

Huian is right here!

"Y-you… you all…" The Ancestor of Ziyun Temple bared his teeth, eyeing the two with an unkind expression.

"Huian, let's go!"

Xiao Fan called out.

"Alright!"

Huian agreed.

The two soared into the air, intending to leave…

Xiao Fan planned to take advantage of Huian's presence to tie down the Ancestor of Ziyun Temple… and go crash the parties on a few more planets of the Witch God Clan and Weiyang Clan.

With such an expert around…

Hehehe… those factions' planets were definitely going to have terrible luck.

But how could the Ancestor of Ziyun Temple possibly agree?

This was blatantly using him!

"Stop!"

The Ancestor of Ziyun Temple shouted coldly.

The space around Xiao Fan and Yun An seemed to have frozen solid.

They couldn't even take half a step forward.

Huian's expression was calm; he naturally knew the methods of the Ancestor of Ziyun Temple long ago.

But Xiao Fan didn't know…

Was he actually this strong?

The methods he used for his attacks earlier had already left him amazed.

And now this…

Once again, he felt fortunate in his heart; thankfully, over 200 years ago…

The Witch God Clan had moved their ancestral land… otherwise, he would have had no chance of survival back then!

The Ancestor of Ziyun Temple took a step forward and arrived in front of Xiao Fan and Yun An.

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"…

Without a word, the Ancestor of Ziyun Temple began to furiously slap the back of Yun An's head.

"Ah…!!"

"Bald donkey, stop! Don't hit me anymore!"

Yun An was beaten miserably, clutching his head and crying out.

Xiao Fan cast a sympathetic glance at Yun An…

The Old Monk's attacks were much harsher than his own.

But then…

The Ancestor of Ziyun Temple set his sights on him, revealing an ill-intentioned smile.

"Old… Senior… you, don't do anything reckless…"

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"…

Then the Old Monk took action, giving Xiao Fan a beating as well.

He hit him even harder than he hit Yun An.

"Ah…!!"

Xiao Fan also began to scream miserably.

When the Old Monk hit, it wasn't just the Physical Body that hurt; his Primordial Spirit was also in agonizing pain.

After beating them for a while, the Old Monk finally stopped, a look of… satisfaction appearing on his face.

He pressed his palms together and smiled faintly: "Amitabha… my sins, my sins…"

Xiao Fan: "…"

He hit him, and then said it was a sin?

He felt that people of the Buddhist faith were extremely strange!

Especially the way the Old Monk killed people just now.

He didn't even need to make a move himself.

"Old man… you… you hit me!"

Huian was also angry.

Ever since he became the little Ancestor of Ziyun Temple, who dared to hit him?

Yet he had been slapped by Xiao Fan, an outsider.

And now he had been slapped by the Old Monk!

This made Yun An extremely furious…

"You still dare to talk back? You snuck out, did you tell me?!"

The Old Monk said with feigned anger.

"If I told you… would you have let me come out?" Huian said, unconvinced.

"You still dare to talk back? Don't even think about coming out again!"

"I was following the guidance of my memories to find the fated person!" Huian hurriedly explained.

"Then… then have you found them?" The Old Monk was taken aback, then asked seriously, his attitude changing.

"I found him." Huian smiled, then pointed at Xiao Fan: "It's him!"

Xiao Fan: "???"

A fated person?

Huian had indeed said this to him before.

But what on earth did this "fated person" actually mean?

Was there any connection between him and Huian?

"Him?"

The Old Monk was stunned and looked at Xiao Fan, examining him up and down once more.

"You're lying to me!"

"I'm not!"

"…"

The two of them said a bunch of things Xiao Fan couldn't understand.

Rather than a conversation, it was more like a debate between the two…

Xiao Fan had heard before that these monks loved to debate.

Now that he saw it, it was true.

"Forget it… come back with me." The Old Monk said calmly.

"No… I still have to go do big things with Brother Xiao!"

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"…

Yun An was beaten up again.

Then he was taken away.

Before leaving, he was extremely reluctant to part.

"Brother Xiao, come visit me when you have time… I'll take you to see the scenery of Ziyun Temple, and I'll make them all call you ancestor!"

Huian said, crying.

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"…

Before Xiao Fan could respond, he was beaten by the Old Monk again.

"Ancestor, what ancestor… Ziyun Temple is our own people, how could you screw over your own people like this!"

The Old Monk grumbled and cursed as he tore through the Void Realm and left with Huian.

"Sigh…"

Xiao Fan sighed.

He had originally intended to use the Old Monk to trick and kill members of the Witch God Clan and Weiyang Clan.

But now, the main force had run away.

"Forget it, robbing these things isn't a loss after all…" Xiao Fan smiled.

Afterward, he also fled into the distance.

Having taken out the experts of these hostile factions, he was in a pretty good mood, and he had also snatched away quite a few good items.

For example, the Mystic Yin Demon Flame that Chixiao Demon Flame had been wanting for a long time.