The world is inherently structured with nations and sects coexisting, their strengths not always constant.

Some nations accommodate numerous sects, while some sects control numerous nations.

As a top sect in the Eastern Region, and even the entire world, the Hanging Temple’s territory rivals that of ordinary countries.

However, most of its grounds are concealed by formations, with only the secular parts visible to the world.

It’s like the Skyscraping Pavilion in the Yun Kingdom, revealed only by tearing open the sky.

The true mountain gate of the Hanging Temple is even harder to find, rarely seen by ordinary people.

Ku Jue, being of the same generation as the current abbot, naturally came and went freely, bypassing the numerous Buddhist formations and avoiding the layers of defenses, stepping into the Hanging Temple in a few strides.

The core of the Hanging Temple is, as its name suggests, a Buddhist temple suspended in the air.

It is immensely huge, thousands of feet high and tens of miles wide. Standing at its base, it’s impossible to see its boundaries. Were it not for the monks’ concealment, people in the Northern Region could likely see this temple at a glance.

Surrounding this main hanging temple are numerous floating pagodas.

In this sacred land of the Eastern Buddhist Sect, all kinds of precious temples stand suspended in the air, a truly wondrous sight.

However, the truly astonishing contrast lies in this: the formations of all the floating pagodas in the Eastern Buddhist Sect’s sacred land can be sensed. Their ability to float is entirely due to the monks’ Dharma power and divine abilities.

Only the true Hanging Temple in the center has no formation fluctuations whatsoever!

In other words, this colossal and magnificent temple floats entirely on its own. What a spectacle!

The building materials of this temple are all extremely precious levitation stones.

It is said that when the sect was founded, all the levitation stones in the world were used to build this temple.

It is the only one of its kind in the world.

Ku Jue went directly into the main temple, not greeting anyone, walking close to the edges, seeming particularly sneaky.

“Ku Jue!” suddenly a voice called out.

The sound was as grand as a bronze bell, deafening.

The passing monks all turned a deaf ear, only the subconsciously quickened pace showing the unease in their hearts.

Ku Jue irritably picked his ears and looked back: “Huh?”

The one who stopped Ku Jue was also an old monk.

However, compared to the yellow-faced old monk Ku Jue, he was thinner, almost skin and bones.

His whole person looked like a skeleton, inspiring awe.

Hearing Ku Jue’s response, his eyes widened, making him even more frightening: “In front of so many disciples, how can you be so unfounded?”

Such a skinny person seemed to hide endless power in his body, each sound like shouting with all his might.

“It’s getting more and more outrageous, Ku Bing!” Ku Jue acted angry: “Do you want to call me in private?”

This skinny old monk turned out to be Ku Bing, the head of the Dragon Subduing Courtyard, known as the strongest of all the courtyard heads.

However, facing Ku Jue, he had no place to use his strength. He couldn’t have an “internal conflict” in front of all the disciples, could he?

He glared left and right, scaring the monks on this floor to disperse quickly.

Then he continued to persuade in a ‘shouting’ tone: “You are so old, you shouldn’t always be so improper!”

“You’re old too, okay? Stop scaring people.” Ku Jue squinted at him: “People who don’t know would think our Hanging Temple is so tight-fisted, you’re as thin as a ghost, are you starving?”

Ku Bing was speechless, only ‘shouting’ in a muffled voice: “Abbot Senior Brother told me to call you to see him!”

“Abbot Senior Brother has great powers, does he still need you to pass the message? Nosy!” Ku Jue looked displeased.

At this time, all the other monks had dispersed.

Ku Bing finally couldn’t help it and roared: “Then don’t always pretend you can’t hear Abbot Senior Brother’s ‘heart’s voice’! It’s delivered directly to your heart, can you always say you’re deaf and can’t hear???”

“Why are you anxious? The Buddhist gate is a pure place!”

Ku Bing stopped talking, only grinding his teeth.

“Alas.” Ku Jue sighed again: “You have such good teeth.”

“Ku Jue.” Ku Bing took a few deep breaths, then said as gently as possible in a loud voice: “We may not have sparred for many years, why not try it?”

“Alright, alright, old arms and legs, always thinking about moving around! Aren’t you afraid of twisting your bones!” Seeing Ku Bing really anxious, Ku Jue patted his butt and left: “Since Abbot Senior Brother can’t live without me, I’ll go see what he wants.”

“Hey, why are you following me?”

“Is the Dragon Subduing Courtyard so idle?”

“If you don’t want to manage it, I’ll help you manage it!”

However, no matter what Ku Jue said next, Ku Bing just followed silently.

If he turned, Ku Bing would block the way.

Knowing that he couldn’t avoid it, Ku Jue had no choice but to go to the abbot’s meditation room.

“I’m going in.”

“I’m really going in.”

“Can you stop following me?”

“Abbot Senior Brother has important things to discuss with me! You, a mere head of the Dragon Subduing Courtyard…”

Ku Bing followed Ku Jue into the abbot’s meditation room after all.

Ku Ming was a fat monk with a bitter face, two or three times as strong as Ku Jue and Ku Bing.

Especially compared to Ku Jue, the yellow-faced old monk, and Ku Bing, the sickly and thin monk, he looked much younger, like he was only in his forties.

Only his face was full of sorrow, as if he was being wronged all the time, and even the two white eyebrows that could reflect the years were drooping listlessly.

“Junior Brother Ku Jue.” Ku Ming said worriedly: “How was your travels this time?”

“Senior Brother, don’t worry!” Ku Jue instantly became animated: “I have taken another peerless disciple! The predestined relationship that Master calculated for me earlier should be fulfilled here. At the next Centennial Competition, I will definitely make those bald donkeys on Mount Sumeru look good!”

Monks scolding bald donkeys, what’s wrong with that…

Ku Ming’s face was even more worried, and even his bald head seemed to be shrouded in sorrow.

Ku Bing suddenly ‘shouted’ from the side: “A ‘peerless disciple’ is not necessary! Our Hanging Temple has many talented disciples of the Kong and Jie generations, but there are few disciples of the Jing generation, and several courtyard heads are not free. You have to take a disciple to make up the number.”

“What make up the number!” Ku Jue jumped up: “I, Ku Jue, only accept peerless disciples! How can I just make up the number?”

Ku Bing’s eyes widened, about to say something.

Ku Ming spoke first: “Junior Brother Ku Jue, when will you bring the ‘peerless disciple’ you mentioned to the mountain gate? After all, time is running out.”

“Don’t worry, Senior Brother.” Ku Jue said seriously: “Although my disciple cried bitterly, begging to enter the mountain gate early, the more so, the more I want to temper his nature. Know that sharpening the knife does not delay the work of cutting wood, haste makes waste, good things always have many twists and turns, treasure sword comes from sharpening…”

“Got it!” Ku Bing shouted: “So you don’t have one yet?”

“Hmph, what do you know!” Ku Jue sneered: “Summer insects cannot be talked to about icicles!”

After saying that, he flicked his leaky hemp robe sleeves and left.

It was fine to be rude to himself, but being so in front of the abbot, Ku Bing was really annoyed: “Abbot Senior Brother, look at this guy! What kind of temperament is he, so rude!”

“Alas.”

Ku Ming sighed, full of worry: “Ku Jue entered the gate three days earlier than you, why have I never heard you call him Senior Brother?”

Ku Bing was stunned.