Riding a Flying Light behind Demon-Vanquishing Perfected, Lü Yang quickly spotted the bustling crowd now gathered outside the Sword Pavilion Mountain Gate.
At their head was an old man.
His face was lined with wrinkles and his figure was stooped, yet he was dressed in a Monk's robes, a string of Buddhist Beads clutched in his hand. He simply stood quietly in the center of the crowd.
'...A Monk?'
Lü Yang's interest was piqued for a moment, but he quickly shook his head. He could see the old man's true nature; he had only practiced a few Buddhist Techniques and read a few Buddhist Scriptures but had never received the Pure Land's official acknowledgment. There were many such Loose Cultivators in the world, but they were a far cry from true Monks.
'Though he's got more nerve than a real Monk...'
