"Why was Kujue condemned by the world?"
"How had Kujue come to this?"
At this moment, Jiang Wang could not ask why Kujue had died.
He could only ask why Kujue had not been respected.
Kujue was cynical and irreverent; Kujue did not possess the slightest bearing of an eminent master.
Kujue was always rolling about in the dust.
Kujue was always so shamelessly scruffy, without a proper look to him.
But none of that should have been reason for him to be treated with contempt.
He was a Current Era True Lord who had attained true freedom. He was an eminent monk of the same generation as the current abbot of Hanging Temple. Among those who had cultivated alongside him in those years, when it came to Buddhist teachings or cultivation, how many could stand beside him?
Yet at Hanging Temple, he was practically a man who did not exist. Even the faithful at the foot of the mountain did not know that there was a Kujue in this world.
This world had True Lords who saw all living beings as ants, True Lords who turned black into white and muddled right and wrong—yet it could not accommodate a True Lord who played through the mortal world?
Before, Jiang Wang had always felt that however Kujue was treated was Kujue's own affair. Kujue had his own way of dealing with the world, and Kujue would never let others bully him. But now... he could no longer leap up and curse at people.
What could Jiang Wang do?
When letter after letter went unanswered, he had come to Hanging Temple many times, announced his name, and requested an audience. Every time, he was told that Kujue had wandered away.
When he worried for Kujue's safety, he had been mild and