However, Nanshan Monk still did not agree immediately. If he intervened in mortal affairs, their external Buddhist sect would find it difficult to retain such peace and quiet; they would inevitably be drawn into it.
Nanshan Monk sat there with his eyes closed. The image of his master on his deathbed surfaced in his mind—his master holding his hand and entrusting him to protect the external Buddhist sect and help it flourish.
After all these years, he still had not accomplished it. What Uchiha Shin had said now gave him hope that he could.
"Master, I know you are unwilling to leave the mountains, but if you continue staying in Buddha Eye Valley like this, the external Buddhist sect will sooner or later perish from stagnation. I assume you do not wish to see such an outcome?" Uchiha Shin paused before speaking.
Nanshan Monk opened his eyes and looked at Uchiha Shin. "Mystic Spirit King, you truly are persuasive. I have lived for so many years, and no amount of benefit could ever shake my heart. Yet you understand exactly what I want and use it to persuade me. Impressive indeed."
Nanshan Monk's words sounded sarcastic, but they were also praise.
Uchiha Shin smiled. "Master, I had originally given up on seeking your help. But after seeing how the monks of Buddha Eye Valley cultivated, I understood, which is why I tried persuading you this way."
Nanshan Monk smiled and looked at the young man before him.
Uchiha Shin continued, "I also know that you are a member of the Buddhist sect. Though you belong to the external branch, whether external or internal, all Buddhists hold compassion in their hearts. No matter how difficult it may be, I believe you will help us, Master."
Nanshan Monk shook his head. "You