When there were benefits to be had, Hongjun was their teacher. When there were none, he was the Dao Ancestor. Only Jieyin and Zhunti could pull something like this.
Hongjun had never thought highly of the two of them. It had been obvious from his lectures at Zixiao Palace, taking disciples, and passing down magic treasures, yet these two still came running over to court death.
Jieyin and Zhunti instantly went pale. Hongjun had directly cast them into the abyss—by later generations' terms, he had blacklisted them outright!!
Stay on the blacklist. If Buddhism has any problems in the future, don't come looking for me!!!
Ever since the two had attained the Dao, their relationship with Hongjun had grown increasingly distant. Though Hongjun disliked it, he had not shown it. But now, the two of them had started courting disaster, digging their own graves.
Hongjun also took this opportunity to send them away, lest Jieyin and Zhunti come crying again in the future, utterly lacking the bearing saints ought to possess.
When Haotian cried, he had at least been driven to it by you saints. But you two, Jieyin and Zhunti, were something else. No one had even done anything to you, yet you wailed outside Zixiao Palace. Not only did you disgrace yourselves, you dragged Hongjun's reputation down with you. How could Hongjun not be furious?
It looked like both sides had received the same punishment, but in truth, Buddhism was the one that suffered.
The Demon Race's punishment was nothing more than a bluff. Without Hongjun's decree, Taiyi would still have sent the recovered Demon Race into the Primordial World to continue guarding the west and hunting fierce beasts. But now, guarding the west was fine—but absolutely not in front of Spirit Mountain!!!
The Demon Race army would