Weak Water Three Thousand, I Take Only One Gourdful-One Gourdful After Another

Gu Zongchen was born the Buddha's Son, with his Big Slap talent maxed out. He profoundly understood the ways of convincing people through reason.

That reason could be physics, or it could be logic.

When facing an enemy, he started with physics, then moved on to logic. As long as he explained the physics well, everyone would sit down and listen to him explain the logic.

Lu Dong was the best example.

When he had first arrived, he had been especially arrogant. Later, he had even learned to debate Buddhist scriptures.

Lu Bei was different.

Gu Zongchen's physics had failed. As for discussing logic, Lu Bei's thoughts leaped all over the place, and his belly was full of crooked arguments. It was impossible to keep up with his rhythm, let alone debate him.

Keeping up was even worse. At the same level, Lu Bei had abundant experience, so he would only lose faster.

"Benefactor Xin is absolutely right. This poor monk had become attached to appearances."

Gu Zongchen admitted his mistake readily and pointed toward the sea shrouded in layers of mist. "This is the forbidden region of the Eastern Sea. The three thousand li of Weak Water run deep—so deep that even a goose feather cannot float. If we rashly set foot within, we may meet with the calamity of death."

"What Flowing Sand River? Are you filming Journey to the West here—"

Lu Bei stopped halfway through his sentence and spat into the mist. "Ptui! I almost let you lead me around in circles. What I mean is, 'Of three thousand li of Weak Water, I take only one gourdful—one gourdful after another.' Stop blocking the way. It's useless even if you try. That demon Lu Dong—I'm taking him down today no matter what."

"Sect Master Lu, this