The Bodhisattvas of Great Virtue Temple all bore names from the Hai generation.
Of the Bodhisattvas Yang An had met, aside from Hai Shu, there was only that suspected Bodhisattva imprisoned in Immeasurable Prison, as well as Bodhisattva Hai Si, who had stolen his spoils during the Huan Kan Festival.
He had never heard of any Cauldron Bodhisattva. Who was this person?
Could it be some Zen master within Great Virtue Temple who had recently ascended to the rank of Bodhisattva? But that was impossible as well.
Great Virtue Temple would not make an exception for any one person. The honored names of Bodhisattvas were all based on their Dharma names.
Unless... this was a false identity!
Just like him now. He was no Bodhisattva, yet these commoners regarded him as one.
In these people's eyes, anyone who saved them was a Bodhisattva.
What was more, given the current situation, Great Virtue Temple was throwing all its strength into dealing with Golden Thread Pavilion. How could it possibly send people out to rescue these insignificant commoners?
The only explanation was that this person was not from Great Virtue Temple, but someone outside it impersonating one of its members.
Bearing in mind that curiosity killed the cat, the moment Yang An reached that conclusion, his first instinct was that he had best not investigate this matter or seek out the identity of this so-called Cauldron Bodhisattva.
Yet the crowd of kneeling commoners below gazed at him eagerly. Everything in their hearts was written across their faces, brimming with longing.
Yang An knew perfectly well what they wanted.
They wanted nothing more than for him to shelter them like Cauldron Bodhisattva, or to send them to where Cauldron Bodhisattva was.
But either option was troublesome for Yang An.
He could not remain