Buddha Mother Zhunti pressed his palms together.
Borrowing the power of the Buddha Path, he finally saw his good corpse incarnation once more—the being who had become the Imperial Horse Stables' Keeper.
To be honest.
The sight of the Imperial Horse Stables' Keeper left Buddha Mother Zhunti somewhat dazed.
Ever since his good corpse incarnation had entered the Investiture of the Gods List.
Buddha Mother Zhunti had practically regarded him as an independent individual.
The Imperial Horse Stables' Keeper raised horses for the Heavenly Court.
No matter how lofty his duties might be, Buddha Mother Zhunti would never have paid him any mind, much less when the position itself carried the sting of humiliation.
Yet he had never expected the Imperial Horse Stables' Keeper to enter his sight again in such a manner.
At the far end of those heavenly horses.
The Imperial Horse Stables' Keeper came into the eyes of the two martial brothers.
He wore a crimson silk robe, embroidered all over with golden-thread patterns, wrapped around him layer upon layer, three within and three without.
Seeing the Imperial Horse Stables' Keeper like this.
Buddha Mother Zhunti could not help but feel his anger flare.
Amitabha Buddha had not expected that, when they went looking for Wukong, they would ultimately witness such a scene.
As Buddha Mother Zhunti's good corpse incarnation.
Even if he had become the Imperial Horse Stables' Keeper, in their eyes he should have been surrounded by pure qi, divine light flowing around him. Yet where was even the slightest trace of an immortal about him now?
Right.
Even now, Buddha Mother Zhunti would not call him a Buddha. With his name recorded on the Investiture of the Gods List, he could only be considered an immortal now.
All of a sudden.
Amitabha Buddha and