Looking at the wretched and pitiful Buddhist disciples, Qi Xiong was puzzled. How did the once grand and prosperous Buddhism end up like this?

If it weren't for the fact that each of these guys had a shiny bald head, Qi Xiong wouldn't have dared to confirm they were Buddhist disciples.

Beside him, Hongzun seemed indifferent.

"Senior Brother, you're overpraising me. It's just a little trick."