On a lotus platform, there was a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious purple attire.
Beneath the lotus platform were his three subordinates.
"Chai Yuguan, Wanjia Shengfo." Wu Hua slowly called out the man's name.
The middle-aged man showed a trace of nostalgia, "I didn't expect anyone still remembers that nickname of mine." His eyebrows and eyes revealed a gentle compassion.
As if a true Buddha had descended.
Wu Hua's lips curled into a hint of sarcasm.
Wanjia Shengfo, Shi Guanyin. These two people could be said to be the top demons of the current martial arts world, yet both of them used titles related to the Buddha and Bodhisattva.
Of course, he, as the marvelous monk, was not much better.
The middle-aged man's nostalgia flashed away, and his jade-like hands made exaggerated gestures. He slowly descended the lotus platform, his eyes lowered with an eagle-like sharpness, "Now, I am called the Happy King."
The word "happy" has always been the pursuit of the world.
