Hearing Zhunti mutter, Jieyin patted him on the shoulder. "Junior Brother, don't be angry. The Dao Ancestor already said that during this kalpa tribulation, Saints must not act freely... Mm, just pretend you don't know."
Looking aggrieved, Zhunti said, "Senior Brother, the Dao Ancestor also said Saints must not be insulted. What's with Yun Ting's disciples all daring to curse me?"
Jieyin froze for a moment, then said, "All right, Junior Brother, don't be sad... Yun Ting's disciples all daring to curse you? With the reputation we two have, while not many beings curse us to our faces, if all those who curse us in their hearts lined up, the line could stretch from the East Sea to Western Heaven..."
Amitabha looked speechless as he glanced at Jieyin and Zhunti. "So this is the image you two have in the eyes of the beings of the Primordial Wilderness?"
Jieyin gave an awkward smile. "All right, Demon God, stop making fun of us. Let's first see whether Guanyin can persuade Yuan Hong. I have quite a bit of confidence in Guanyin..."
Zhunti shook his head. "Senior Brother, this time, I want to be generous for once... Mm, Yuan Hong cursed me like this, so I want Guanyin to give him a beating. Whatever additional treasures are needed as compensation afterward, I'll pay for them."
Jieyin sighed. "All right, Junior Brother. Just have Guanyin make her move. It's fine..."
Above Flower-Fruit Mountain, even with Guanyin's profound cultivation and excellent composure, the corner of her mouth could not help twitching. This monkey's tongue was far too vicious! He had immediately exposed someone's sore spot and even dragged in his martial uncle who was far away on Mount Sumeru. She forcefully suppressed the anger in her heart, maintained her compassionate visage, and said:
"Amitabha.