My Heart Is Set on Buddhism

Wang Ye traveled through that void passage for a long time before a glimmer of light finally appeared ahead.

He took a deep breath, his expression turning solemn.

No matter what, this might be Buddha's arrangement. Being too arrogant and suffering a setback would be bad.

Even if that old monk had not been strong back then, half a year had passed. Who could say for sure what had changed?

What if this was another trap set by Buddha? That would be a real joke.

Without realizing it, Wang Ye had already grasped the Ghost Messenger Blade in his hand and charged out.

The moment he emerged, Wang Ye formed a mental barrier around himself and vigilantly scanned his surroundings.

A temple?

That was not particularly surprising.

But...

Maitreya?

The next second, Wang Ye's body stiffened. He let out a furious shout, swung the Ghost Messenger Blade, and slashed without hesitation at Maitreya's bald head.

Landing, surveying the surroundings, spotting Maitreya, attacking.

The entire process took less than a second.

There was no helping it. Maitreya was too close to him. The two were practically pressed together, less than a meter apart.

Even Maitreya

was stunned.

He had originally been tracking Buddha's traces, traveling through the Wasteland for a long time. As he killed one Buddhist after another who had been placed by Spirit Mountain, he had gradually formed a rough guess.

The places where these people slept seemed random, yet they vaguely appeared to be guarding something.

This small mountain temple was especially conspicuous.

After arriving, he had indeed caught a whiff of something unusual.

Yet barely a minute after entering the temple, before he had time to inspect it carefully, a spatial passage suddenly appeared before him.

A figure stepped directly in front of him.

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