As the white mist dispersed, a temple built from plain gray stone bricks stood before Zhang Chen. The plaque above its gates bore the words "Three Pure Ones Hall," looking weathered and slightly loose with age.
Led personally by Bodhi Patriarch, Zhang Chen and the other man entered the highest place in the Buddhist Realm—the Three Pure Ones Hall. The instant he stepped inside, Zhang Chen felt his entire body relax. Guo Chen, however, felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Though once outstanding disciples of Bodhi, Sun Wukong and Jia Xin had each come here only once. Fewer than ten of Bodhi's disciples had ever entered this place.
"Zhang Chen, it seems that in this short time, not only has your strength grown, but more importantly, your meticulous heart has also been tempered with a sharp edge. I saw what you did just now. It seems your nature has not changed in the slightest, and because of that, our coming discussion can proceed smoothly."
Bodhi sat on a meditation cushion at the center of the hall. As he praised Zhang Chen, the two men took seats at opposite ends of the hall.
Zhang Chen immediately asked, "I know nothing about what you mentioned before, Bodhi Patriarch. When the undead arrived at the Sunken Ghost Realm after us, was it because you delayed them? How many core disciples of the Buddhist Realm died in total?"
"I summoned ten disciples who had already emerged from seclusion under my tutelage. I had intended to set up a grand formation to delay someone like Tian Hua, who specializes in physical techniques. Who could have expected my wayward disciple Jia Xin to be among them, quickly breaking through the formation I had laid? At the same time, I did not anticipate the level Xing Shi had currently reached.