"Investigate my ass!"
A fat Pig Demon with a face full of flesh abruptly rose to his feet. "That bastard Golden Scales thinks he's above everyone and never takes us seriously. Now he's outside and won't come back—what does that have to do with us?"
The Pig Demon spoke coldly, his heavy lips working up and down. "The stroke of fortune is right before our eyes, and you want us to abandon it to look for him? If we miss the Repayment Gathering because of this, who's going to foot the bill?"
For a moment.
The demons all chimed in, their words brimming with dissatisfaction and mockery.
To put it bluntly.
Though the Buddhist Gate preached salvation for all living beings, the demons willing to enter it were merely seeking an opportunity and a share of fortune.
With profit dangling before their eyes, who cared whether anyone else lived or died?
Besides, among this group of demon venerables absorbed by the Buddhist Gate, Golden Scales had always been a lone wolf with terrible relations.
Now that the Repayment Gathering was imminent, his absence simply meant one less person to share the fortune.
Such a fine thing—though the demons in the hall said nothing aloud, they had long been blooming with joy inside. Why would they waste effort going out to find him?
Faced with the demons' resistance, the cultivator sent to deliver the message hesitated.
After several breaths, he still braced himself against the baleful stares around him and said helplessly, "But this is the Buddha Son's order..."
Before his words had even fallen, the Pig Demon cut him off without ceremony.
"Buddha Son, Buddha Son—what the hell is the Buddha Son..."
Yet the moment those words came out, not a single demon around him voiced agreement. Instead, all their