"Is there something unusual about my origins?" After Buddha lifted the barrier around them, Ye Chen suddenly remembered what Buddha had said earlier: "Since you pleaded on his behalf."
To Ye Chen, the important part of that sentence wasn't "pleaded on his behalf," but "you." It made him wonder about his own identity.
Buddha's words had made it clear that he knew Ye Chen's identity. And now it seemed that the person behind Ye Chen—the Taoist priest—held a higher status than Buddha.
Ye Chen couldn't help growing curious about the Taoist priest. Ever since he'd arrived in this world, that figure had kept appearing by his side.
The Taoist priest had not only taught Ye Chen magic spells, but had also guided him in uncovering the secrets along the Road to the West. Given what Buddha had said today, Ye Chen understood one thing: the Road to the West was truly no simple matter.
As Ye Chen's thoughts wandered, Buddha's voice suddenly rang in his ears. "Mischievous Monkey, I'll give you one chance today. If you refuse to seize it, I'll make your body and spirit perish."
With that, Buddha released Sun Wukong's restraints. Sun Wukong slowly shrank until he was back to ordinary height, then Buddha sent him over to Ye Chen.
"Buddha, I need a barrier to keep outsiders from eavesdropping." Ye Chen called toward Buddha. Buddha formed hand seals, and a visible barrier immediately appeared around Ye Chen and Sun Wukong.
"Sun Wukong, I only have the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Listen carefully to what I have to say. If you still want to keep killing after you've heard me out, I won't stop you." Seeing the barrier rise, Ye Chen immediately spoke to Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong still looked defiant. He raised