At this thought, Yun Ye could not help looking the old monk up and down. Then he said with a faint smile, "You old fellow, stop playing word games with me."
"If you have something to say, say it plainly. You and I both know full well that if you had truly abandoned all desire to live, why would you specifically ask to see me before passing away?"
"What if I got angry and insisted on curing you? What would you do then?"
Master Yulin laughed heartily and said bluntly, "Marquis Yun is indeed straightforward!"
"Since that is the case, this poor monk shall speak frankly. Now that White Jade City has emerged, with Daoist Master Sun overseeing the Daoist Sect and its claim of having obtained an Immortal's inheritance, it already shows signs of dominating alone and flourishing as an orthodoxy."
"Yet yin and yang must remain balanced. As one rises, another declines."
"The future of our Buddhist Sect is like this crippled body of mine. It appears normal on the surface, but in truth, its fate has already run its course."
At this point, Master Yulin let out a long sigh and said sorrowfully, "Internal troubles and external threats remain unresolved, yet the tide of the era has already come crashing down upon us. This poor monk and the Buddhist Sect are powerless to resist it."
"Whether we live or die rests entirely on Marquis Yun's decision!"
Yun Ye looked at Master Yulin with interest. "You do understand things clearly... What, are you hoping I will show mercy and save your Buddhist Sect?"
Master Yulin put away his sorrowful expression and said solemnly, "Marquis Yun is a transcendent man. Your thoughts roam freely beyond all restraint. How could a few cryptic words of Zen from this poor monk