"Amitabha."
"Over the past year, the Buddha Kingdom had been in dismal shape. Even the Buddhas of Mount Lingshan had suffered heavy losses. What exactly had Maitreya been doing?"
The old monk eventually arrived at the temple atop the mountain. Frowning slightly, he looked at the other two in the room and spoke.
The other two wore equally dissatisfied expressions.
They had only revived around three days ago and had arrived at the Buddha Kingdom full of anticipation, only to witness this miserable sight. For a moment, they had even wondered whether they had come to the wrong place.
After all, when had the Buddha Kingdom ever been this miserable?
"No matter what the reason is, Maitreya must give us an explanation this time."
"Let him die to atone for his crimes."
At last, one of the Buddhas spoke, his eyes filled with viciousness.
Maitreya held far too high a position on Mount Lingshan, and he belonged to an opposing faction. Now that there was an opportunity, they naturally had to find a way to eliminate him.
Failure to carry out his duties was such a perfect excuse.
As for still thinking about fighting one another even in a situation like this—
What a joke. They had only been too foolish before. Now that the Buddhas were gradually reviving like bamboo shoots after rain, Mount Lingshan remained one of the world's hegemons.
As for the Heaven Group?
At most, they could let them act arrogantly for a little longer.
Within half a year at the latest, their Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats would begin reviving on a massive scale.
Even now, no one could say whether more might suddenly revive.
So deep down, they still did not regard the Heaven Group as a true rival.
"Excellent!"
The three old monks exchanged