Qingyuan's sudden change of face
caught Daoist Jieyin completely off guard.
Looking at Qingyuan's icy expression and fiery demeanor, panic flashed through his eyes. He hurriedly said, "Nephew, you misunderstand me. That wasn't what I meant just now..."
"If that wasn't what you meant, then what did you mean?"
Qingyuan sat indifferently in his chair, staring at him expressionlessly as he let out a cold laugh. "Heh. Is this how you ask someone for help? Is this the attitude you usually take when asking others to do things for you?"
"I could not be bothered to concern myself with Luohou or anything in the Western Lands to begin with."
"Perfect. Go back, then. Go back wherever you came from. I will not concern myself with any of it anymore, and you will not have to suffer such a great grievance here either."
"No, no, no, it is not a grievance, not at all!!"
Though bitterness filled Daoist Jieyin's heart, he still forced a shameless smile. "It is not a grievance at all. I merely need to trouble you, Nephew, to lend a hand."
"Hahaha! Come to think of it, if Little Friend White Bone can become the next Buddha Patriarch of our Buddhist Sect, that would be a blessing for the Western Teachings as well. It is not some unbearable misfortune. I was too narrow-minded just now, Nephew. In truth, I think Little Friend White Bone becoming the new Buddha Patriarch is what everyone wants!"
"Whoever refuses to accept it, I will be the first to destroy them!!!"
He looked utterly serious.
Qingyuan chuckled and watched him. "Really, Uncle? Do not force yourself to say things against your heart. Otherwise, I would truly be letting down the Western Teachings."
"It truly is not a grievance, not in the slightest!" Daoist