"This humble monk did not mean that."
The old monk's voice was somewhat low and muffled. After saying that, he fell silent.
Meanwhile, Maitreya began carefully examining the tightly shut temple gates before him.
"Once the gates open, if we come under attack, you need to hold back two Buddhas."
After observing for a long while, Maitreya spoke calmly.
"My current strength simply can't manage that!"
The old monk's expression changed sharply, and he refused without hesitation.
What kind of joke was that?
Two Buddhas—even he would have to pay an enormous price!
"I found the location, I provided the body, and all the resources came from me. Do you intend to reap the rewards without lifting a finger?"
"Or do you really think I'm easy to bully?"
Maitreya turned to look at the old monk. His voice gradually turned cold, carrying a hint of killing intent.
"Fine."
In the end, the old monk nodded.
This was clearly not the right time to fall out with Maitreya, but if he truly had to withstand two Buddhas, even he would pay a tremendous price. That would be extremely detrimental to his later plans.
For a moment, a gloomy look flashed through the old monk's eyes.
The evil aura within him grew increasingly dense.
Seeing that neither of them had noticed him, Wang Ye quietly let out a breath of relief.
Just imagining himself following behind those two venerable Buddhas was thrilling.
If he were discovered, they would undoubtedly join forces to kill him immediately. And in this space, Wang Ye did not even know how to leave. He would most likely die.
Wang Ye naturally understood the situation he was in and did not dare make the slightest sound.
An opportunity would come sooner or later.
When it came to patience,