Tang Sanzang was speechless.
He opened his mouth, but all the Buddhist doctrines that had lingered in his heart countless times, all the scriptures meant to refute heretics and evil demons, somehow clogged his throat at this moment!
"This..."
Before Tang Sanzang could say anything.
Buddha Ancestor Wu Tian continued with a smile:
"Today, I may be sitting atop Mount Ling by borrowing the power of the Tribulation, but I am still occupying this seat... could it be that I do not deserve to be called Buddha Ancestor?"
Tang Sanzang fell silent once more.
Sun Wukong, standing nearby, found it somewhat strange. They had already fought their way to the Foot of Spirit Mountain and were clearly about to battle again, yet Wu Tian had dragged them into all this pointless talk... what exactly was he trying to do?
Was he trying to prove himself?
Or was it something else?
Just as he was pondering it, Tang Sanzang finally spoke slowly toward the Peak of Spirit Mountain:
"You do deserve to be called Buddha Ancestor. However... there is something this humble monk does not understand!"
"Since Buddha Ancestor Wu Tian occupies this position, why have you inherited the old ways? Not only have you failed to reform Mount Ling, but you have instead taken things even further than before?"
Didn't you oppose Tathagata as well?
Weren't you going to overturn Mount Ling?
The Method of Faith being spread now was even harsher and more extreme than Buddhism's previous harvesting of the Power of Incense...
All living beings were filled with resentment!
Were you not afraid that your seat would become unstable?
Tang Sanzang had once been Golden Cicada, Tathagata's second disciple. Back then, he had despised how Tathagata used Buddhist teachings to befuddle the masses and harvest the incense and