"It turned out to be Master Juechen of the Bodhidharma Institute."
When the Cangming Great Emperor saw the elderly monk at the head of the group, he unexpectedly took the initiative to cup his hands as well. "The Bodhidharma Institute has secluded itself from the world for several thousand years. Why has Master Juechen come here?"
"Naturally, to avert a calamity that would bring disaster upon all living beings beneath heaven."
The moment Master Juechen spoke, Qin Shaofeng felt a wave of goodwill rise in his heart.
For no other reason.
In Qin Shaofeng's mind, the words spoken by most so-called masters were impossible to understand.
Even young novice monks who had only recently entered a temple might be left completely bewildered.
Yet this Master Juechen spoke in plain, straightforward language.
To him, that was truly a wonder under heaven.
But he did not know.
The enlightened monks of the Bodhidharma Institute were indeed just as he imagined.
Master Juechen was normally the same way.
Yet the present occasion clearly did not allow him to display the bearing of an eminent monk.
Even one sentence failing to hit the mark could cause far too many people to die today, leaving him no choice but to act this way.
"Master, your words are too grave."
The Cangming Great Emperor smiled. "Qin Shaofeng colluded with the Blood Race, and for the sake of one woman, nearly brought about the destruction of the Heavenly Machine Tower. This Emperor has merely come to capture this traitor to all humanity."
"Amitabha."
Master Juechen immediately uttered a Buddhist invocation, then unexpectedly began chanting a string of sutras.
It was as though he had not heard a single word the Cangming Great Emperor said.
Qin Shaofeng could not help opening his mouth in astonishment.
What exactly had