"After traveling abroad for three years, it was time to return to Spirit Mountain."
"Amitabha."
A trace of nostalgia appeared on Wang Ye's Maitreya face as he unhurriedly made his way toward Spirit Mountain.
Maitreya, that old snake, was not around anyway.
There should not be any problem with borrowing his identity for a while, right?
Maitreya himself would not mind anyway.
Did that not make one more identity?
Over the past two years, Wang Ye had accumulated who knew how many identities.
There were Dragon Subduing Arhat, Fu Xing, Shouxing, and the like.
All sorts of miscellaneous ones.
Any one of them could at least let him blend in.
Even if his identities got exposed rather quickly, relying on sheer numbers, holding out for two months should not be a problem.
Even if he gained nothing, he could still make everyone in Heaven and Spirit Mountain feel endangered and suspicious of one another.
So...
Blowing identities had its advantages.
With these thoughts in mind, Wang Ye arrived at Spirit Mountain in half a day.
"Amitabha."
With a Buddhist chant, Maitreya descended leisurely.
The old monk guarding the mountain gate saw Maitreya and a cold glint flashed through his eyes. "Maitreya, can you explain what happened in the outside world over these past three years?"
Wang Ye froze for a moment.
It was not because the question had stumped him, but because he did not know who this old fellow was.
He seemed somewhat distracted.
Inside the room, the long-eared Wang Ye abruptly opened his eyes, glanced at the relic at his waist, and hurriedly asked, "What is the old man at the gate called?"
Long Ears drifted out blankly.
"One of the Three Buddha Bodies, Dharma Body Buddha."
"What is it?"
He spoke instinctively, clearly still unaware of what