Wu Xiang's face was rigid, without any expression, as he looked at him and said, "Your master, Ku Zhu, has already passed away. The little skills Ku Zhu passed to you, enabling you to last this long without being eliminated, is already a miracle. Wu Chen, your heart is too filled with greed and is not suitable for becoming a Buddha's disciple."
He always looked down on Wu Chen.
Wu Chen was opportunistic, flattering those from prestigious families while looking down on those with lesser backgrounds. He was an unbearably worldly monk.
The social elites of the Western Capital seldom paid attention to Wu Chen, claiming he lacked even the smallest amount of Buddhist cultivation.
Wu Chen smiled and said, "Following my Uncle-Master has allowed me to progress faster than when I was following my master. Senior Brother, I absolutely must earn this title of Buddha's disciple! With this title, I can become a great monk!"
Wu Xiang was puzzled, "Which Uncle-Master is teaching you?"
