The Confucian School Claims Territory

The Confucian School disciples nearby nodded repeatedly upon hearing Zigong's words. "As expected of Senior Brother Zigong, you're brilliant. This method will work... It's much easier to drive Buddhism away than to debate them away. Still, I don't know what's going on with that Ancestor Bodhi—his sophistry is pretty impressive."

Zigong nodded. "Exactly... Trying to debate him into leaving would indeed take quite a bit of effort."

Not long after, Zigong returned with his people. Looking at Zilu, he said, "Ancestor Bodhi is quite skilled at sophistry. Reason alone probably won't make things clear. You should go instead."

Zilu chuckled. "Easy enough. Let him experience the Confucian School's method of self-cultivation..." With that, he led a group of War Hall disciples to the Bodhi Pure Courtyard and declared, "The Confucian School wants this land."

The courtyard fell silent. A moment later, the wooden gate creaked open. Subhuti slowly emerged, holding a nine-ringed monk's staff, followed by more than ten monks. The old monk's expression was tranquil, as though he had long anticipated this moment.

"Benefactor, why must you be angry?" Subhuti pressed his palms together in greeting. His voice was gentle, yet carried an underlying authority. "Doesn't the Confucian School place the greatest emphasis on 'the benevolent love others'?"

Zilu sneered, pushing his thumb against the sword guard as three inches of azure blade slid free. "Cut the act. The Confucian School has set its sights on this territory. Today, either you leave on your own, or—" He suddenly drew his sword in full, its cold gleam biting. "I'll 'send' you on your way!"

Subhuti's long brows trembled slightly, and a flash of golden light passed through his eyes. "Since you insist, this old monk can only experience the Confucian School's fine techniques."

Before his words had faded, Zilu lunged