No Words? Then I'll Write Some Daoist Scriptures~

Inside the Sutra Repository, Ananda and Kasyapa knew that this Monkey was not someone to provoke, so they could only turn around sulkily and carry quite a few scriptures down from the top shelf, delivering them before Tang Sanzang.

"Holy Monk, come count the scriptures!"

"There are thirty-five volumes in total, containing five thousand and forty-eight scrolls!"

Looking at the scriptures standing on the ground, Tang Sanzang reached out to stroke them and could not help sighing with emotion. Fifteen years of effort had all been for this.

"Disciples, quickly pack these scriptures!"

Sha Wujing hurried forward and carefully put the scriptures into the baggage, counting every scroll meticulously for fear that something might go wrong.

At that moment, a Buddha's name suddenly rang out from outside the Sutra Repository.

"Amitabha!"

A streak of golden light pierced through the doors and windows and landed on the scripture scrolls.

Everyone looked up and saw Ancient Buddha Randeng standing amid the golden light, his expression solemn.

"Ananda, Kasyapa, how dare you pass off the Wordless Sutra as a scripture with words?"

When he saw Buddha Randeng appear, Tang Sanzang's heart tightened. He hurriedly untied the baggage.

Rustle, rustle~

He flipped through several scriptures in succession, only to find that they were all blank. It seemed Buddha Randeng had been telling the truth...

Ananda and Kasyapa's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly knelt on the ground. "Ancient Buddha, please calm down. This... this was Buddha Ancestor's intention..."

"We were merely carrying out orders. This has absolutely nothing to do with our lack of merit~"

"This... why is this?"

Tang Sanzang's hand trembled, and the scripture scroll nearly fell to the ground. Beside him, Sun Wukong overturned the baggage filled with scriptures with a single swing of his cudgel.

"Buddha Ancestor clearly said he