Mount Lingtai and Mount Fangcun.
This was a cultivation sect that had suddenly appeared in the past few hundred years. It did not have many disciples, but every one of them was famous and mysterious.
"Eldest Senior Brother, what is Patriarch doing?”
The new junior brother looked at the figure sitting cross-legged on the futon and knew that it was the patriarch. However, he was very confused. Why was the patriarch not moving at all?
"Ancestral Master is wandering in the Great Void, visiting the gods and buddhas in the sky.”
Eldest Senior Brother expressed that he didn't understand either. When he came, Master was also like this most of the time. He just sat there quietly.
However, I couldn't say that I didn't understand. If I did, I wouldn't have the dignity of Eldest Senior Brother, so I casually made up a reason.
It wasn't considered making it up. The Ancestral Master was so powerful, so he should do something so classy.
"Wow, this is amazing."
The insensible junior brother was fooled into believing him and shouted that he would do the same in the future.
"I've been waiting so long that the flowers have withered."
"We agreed on 300 years. It's been more than 500 years now, and that monkey hasn't arrived yet.”
"Don't tell me he drowned in the sea.”
"So boring."
In the eyes of outsiders, Patriarch Subhuti, who seemed to be immersed in the Heavenly Dao, had his mouth moving up and down. If one were to lean closer to listen, they would be able to hear a faint voice.
He was…mumbling.
If the sect members knew the truth, they would probably be so shocked that their jaws would drop.
For the past few hundred years, the Ancestral Master had done nothing but nag. Could there be a problem with his mental state?
"Buzz…"
A beam of golden divine light shot straight at Mount Innerheart from beyond the sky. There was some divine sense surging on it, presumably to transmit secret information.
"Go to the Heavenly Court to find the Old Lord. The Daoist lineage must have gone back on their word. Otherwise, Sun Wukong wouldn't have yet to enter the trap.”
Patriarch Subhuti grabbed the golden light and instantly understood the contents of the message. He was immediately overjoyed and stood up from the praying mat. He almost placed his hands on his hips and said,"You should have done this long ago. You let this old man stay here in the rain for another two to three hundred years.”
If Sun Wukong did not enter the trap, the Buddhist Sect's scheme could not be carried out. The most important thing was that he could only hide in this corner of the mountain and could not go out.
Now, he could finally take the initiative to attack. The days of being passive were too boring.
"Patriarch, he's gone!"
In a daze, the disciples of the Spiritual Platform and Innerheart Mountain realized that the Patriarch's figure had disappeared.
This was something that had never happened before. The junior brothers were very surprised. At this moment, the eldest senior brother came out. He clearly did not understand in his heart, but he said,"Didn't the Ancestral Master just go out for a while? Look at how scared you are. You didn't even allow the Ancestral Master to go out.”
After a round of cursing, the junior brothers really regained their calm and felt that it made sense.
Heavenly Court.
"Boom…"
A beam of light flew over the Heaven Realm and headed straight for the Southern Heavenly Gate without stopping.
"Who are you to barge into the Southern Heavenly Gate?”
The Heavenly King of Growth was guarding the Southern Heavenly Gate. When he saw someone rushing over so arrogantly without even reporting, he naturally had to stop him. Otherwise, he would have to go up the God Striking Platform.
He used his authority to construct a defensive line in front of the door. It was now impregnable.
"Aiya…"
In the next moment, the rainbow light that the person had transformed into directly pierced through the defense line. Even Heavenly King Zengcheng was sent flying, heading straight into the depths of the Southern Heavenly Gate.
Heavenly King Zengchang was frightened. It was a sin to let people run in.
He happened to see Yang Jian and felt that he had found a backer and savior. He shouted,"Erlang Immortal Master, help me quickly."
Yang Jian was a great expert. They had a good relationship and would definitely help.
"The aura of a Buddhist big shot? Saint's aura? Just like Old Lord, he was the incarnation of a certain person.”
Yang Jian was about to make a move, but he suddenly stopped. Looking at Patriarch Subhuti's figure, he felt that it was increasingly familiar. His heart stirred and he understood. He pretended to say,"I haven't recovered from the injury I suffered last time. I can't fight.”
Losing his duty was a small matter, but offending a big shot was fatal. It was better to be more cautious.
"There's no need to investigate.”
At this moment, the Jade Emperor's voice rang out. It was obvious that he had sensed it long ago and only wanted to speak after Patriarch Subhuti had gone over.
"How unlucky. I was beaten up for nothing."
Heavenly King Zengchen immediately put on a long face. He understood in his heart that he had intercepted a big shot who could not be provoked. Although he was injured on duty, the leader obviously would not stand up for him. He could only endure it.
"The days ahead will be dangerous. Fortunately, I have a reason for a million years of sick leave.”
Yang Jian felt that he was too wise and mighty. He could see that Patriarch Subhuti was extraordinary. It had only been a short time, but he had bumped into the incarnations of two supreme existences and even indirectly clashed with them. This was an extremely dangerous move.
He still had to maintain his low-key and cautious path. Otherwise, he would have to fight his way out in the Apotheosized Era and die in the struggle between the West and Buddhism.
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