(The earlier part has been completed; I adjusted the order a little, QAQ.)
"That doesn't count."
"How can defeating me with Buddhism's divine ability, Tathagata's Divine Palm, count as a victory for the Tang Empire?"
Within Five Manor Temple.
As though he had thought of something, Shiva spoke loudly.
Yet once he had said those words, he discovered a fatal problem—the fact that Tang Sanzang had used Tathagata's Divine Palm, a divine ability of Buddhism, could not be conveyed.
The only one able to speak, his incarnation, the Yoga God, had already been defeated by Tang Sanzang's Tathagata's Divine Palm.
This time, only his incarnation had gone to the eastern Tang Empire. No other cultivators had accompanied him.
He had strictly followed the course laid out in the memories Amitabha Buddha had given him, yet his incarnation, which had been stronger than Guanyin Bodhisattva in the original timeline, had instead been completely left behind there.
Who was he supposed to reason with over this?
What was more.
His incarnation now represented Western Buddhism and was an envoy meant to demonstrate Mahayana Buddhism.
How could the Tang Dynasty destroy an envoy?
No matter how he thought about it.
Shiva felt that this outcome was one he absolutely did not want to see.
Nor could he simply watch events continue in this direction.
With that thought.
Shiva circulated his mana and decisively took a treasure glowing with spiritual light from his sleeve. It was, astonishingly, a small hourglass-shaped drum.
This was a Buddhist treasure that contained the power of faith. Its name was the Hand Drum.
In yogic cultivation, this small drum represented sound, and it could also allow cultivators to enter samadhi.
Samadhi was a state that broke through boundaries.
To put it simply, it was like allowing a drop of