Randeng and Zhunti took their seats in the quiet room.
Zhunti lightly straightened his robe sleeve and asked with concern,
"Fellow Daoist Randeng, it has been many years since we parted in the past and last met.
Why have you come to my door of your own accord now?"
"It is rather shameful to say." Randeng let out a soft sigh, suppressing his dissatisfaction.
"The Chan Sect has truly gone too far in bullying others.
After joining the Chan Sect, I not only preached on its behalf but also protected its disciples. I have worked diligently, yet gained nothing in return. It truly leaves one disheartened.
This time, the Saint intends for us to spread the Chan Sect's teachings in the West. The task has fallen upon Kushou and me, with no additional support. It is difficult."
As Zhunti listened to Randeng's grievances, he understood.
This fellow had failed to earn Yuanshi Tianzun's trust and was seeking another path.
The reason Yuanshi looked down on Randeng was that he had calculated that Randeng's ties to the Chan Sect were shallow.
Since he was bound to leave sooner or later, why waste effort nurturing him?
Could a Saint really accompany an ant in playing some game of winning hearts?
To lofty Saints, thunder and rain alike were acts of grace. Ants could only accept them.
Zhunti grasped Randeng's intentions. "Fellow Daoist, are you seeking another way out?"
Upon hearing this, Randeng fell silent for a moment, weighing the pros and cons.
"When I joined the Chan Sect in the past, its leader said I could decide whether to stay or leave without seeking permission.
Perhaps the time has come. I wonder whether your sect might have a place for this junior?
This junior is willing to honor you as my master