"This benefactor speaks reasonably."
Hearing this, Xuanzang pressed his palms together, raised his head, and questioned Guanyin in the sky.
"Bodhisattva, if the World-Honored One possesses Mahayana Buddhism capable of delivering people from suffering, why does he sit upon the Nine-Rank Lotus Platform at Thunderclap Monastery, allowing the countless living beings of Jambudvipa to struggle in the sea of misery?"
Even the wind fell silent along Vermilion Bird Avenue.
The vendor selling flatbread by the roadside did not even notice when his dough fell to the ground.
The commoners kneeling on the ground did not dare breathe.
They had never imagined that this plainly dressed monk would dare question a Bodhisattva. His audacity was truly boundless.
Guanyin recovered from her shock upon hearing those words.
Just as she was about to respond, Mu Zha behind her could no longer hold himself back.
"Insolence!"
Mu Zha shouted coldly, his voice like spring thunder exploding.
Two mere mortals dared question a Bodhisattva. They truly did not know the height of heaven or the depth of earth!
He had not intended to kill them, but these two mortals needed to be taught a lesson.
Mu Zha raised a hand and formed a spell with his fingertips.
A ball of golden flame suddenly ignited in midair.
Brighter than the noonday sun, it carried heat fierce enough to scorch the air dry as it hurtled toward Zhang Qi and Xuanzang in the alley.
The people in the street were terrified out of their wits. Crying and screaming, they scrambled backward, desperately begging the Living Buddha for mercy.
Several who ran too slowly were trampled beneath the crowd, and the scene descended into utter chaos.
Mu Zha watched the mortals below fall into disorder, the corner of his lips curling upward.
This was how mortals ought