"Amitabha! Fellow Daoists, we have no intention of becoming your enemies. Shall we let matters rest here?"
The Faceless Buddha stepped out of the Buddha light, pressed his palms together, and bowed to Shen Mo and Yang Jingmu. His face was smooth and bare, leaving him naturally unable to speak, yet a voice brimming with compassion, accompanied by the faint chanting of celestial maidens, rang exceptionally clearly in their ears.
"Bald donkey."
Yang Jingmu muttered, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum, as though only Shen Mo beside her could hear it.
Yet the Faceless Buddha, far away in the Profound Yellow Immortal Realm, had heard every word loud and clear. Seeing his smooth, bare face, Shen Mo's expression twitched rather unnaturally several times.
Yang Jingmu could not be blamed for her rudeness. It was the Faceless Buddha who had played a trick first.
His voice concealed a wisp of Buddhist divine power. Ordinary people who heard his words would immediately develop devout worship in their hearts and thus be converted by him. Even True Immortals of limited cultivation would be affected by this divine ability, their original hearts and intentions altered without their awareness, until they grew ever more devoted to the Buddhist path over time.
Unfortunately, in Shen Mo and Yang Jingmu's eyes, such divine techniques were merely petty tricks unfit for the stage.
Yang Jingmu's mutterings quietly shattered the Faceless Buddha's divine ability, while taking the chance to mock him for being both stupid and wicked, so shameless that he had no face left to lose!
A faint smile appeared on Shen Mo's face as well, but it swiftly returned to normal. He bowed back to the Faceless Buddha.
Earlier, in the Dream World Within an Inch, Yang Jingmu had told him of the abnormalities within