As Maitreya remained calm and composed, everyone present suddenly understood. All of them wore faint smiles, looking as though victory was already in their grasp.
As for what Maitreya's plan actually was, no one knew.
Was he confident?
No one knew.
Then why were they smiling?
Because everyone seemed to have figured it out and understood it, so they were all smiling. If I didn't smile, it would make me look like I hadn't understood, like an idiot.
That was the simple, unadorned reason.
After all, Maitreya was one of the three great strategists of ancient times. As his colleagues, who wouldn't want even the slightest elevation in wisdom?
Dharma Body Buddha let out a long breath and rose with a smile. "Since that is the case, shall we wait and see?"
"But Maitreya, this old monk still has something to say in advance."
"For the time being, I hope you will remain on Spirit Mountain and refrain from going out."
"I hope you can understand."
Dharma Body Buddha spoke politely, but his tone was exceptionally firm, leaving no room for refusal.
No matter what, Long Ear's words were still hanging over them. Whether they believed him or not, some basic precautions had to be taken.
That was also what Spirit Mountain excelled at most.
They did not seek merit, only to avoid fault.
As long as they kept both Maitreya and Long Ear on Spirit Mountain, then regardless of who ultimately proved to be the problem, none of them would have to bear much responsibility.
Maitreya smiled and nodded. "Naturally."
For a time, everyone present was cheerful and harmonious.
As for Long Ear, who had stormed off full of grievance and indignation—who cared about him?
At least until he proved he had spoken the truth, Long Ear was still