Daoist Jieyin truly deserved his position as the foremost of the Two Shakya.
Even with his junior brother absent,
within moments, he had swiftly changed his train of thought and begun to lament tearfully.
When he reached the saddest parts, tears larger than red beans rolled down from his eyes one by one. If outsiders saw this scene, they might have thought Qingyuan was bullying a lonely old man.
"Uncle-Master, that's not right."
Qingyuan said with a cheerful smile, "What do you mean, you don't like asking others for help? I have plenty of videos of you begging for mercy. Want to watch them?"
As soon as those words were spoken,
Daoist Jieyin's face suddenly froze, though he had still been crying moments before.
Despite his embarrassment, he held it in and sighed. "Ah... Nephew-Disciple, wasn't I simply overcome with grief and unable to stop myself from shedding tears?"
"Did Uncle-Master come to Golden Ao Island today to ask me for help?"
Qingyuan asked curiously, "What do you need from me? Does the Western Teachings lack a Buddha Patriarch and want me to become one?"
"My six roots are impure. I can't become a Buddha."
"Nephew-Disciple, as long as you are willing to come, the Western Teachings will immediately create a new branch for you! Every branch of the Western Teachings, as well as Junior Brother Zhunti and I, will revere you above all else!" Daoist Jieyin, whose face had just been full of sorrow, immediately began making solemn assurances.
So quickly that
even Qingyuan was left dumbfounded.
"Enough, Uncle-Master. If you have something to say today, just say it."
Qingyuan said, "If I can help you, I'll help you directly and save you from wasting more time. How about it?"
Upon hearing this, Jieyin immediately burst into tears. "If