If outsiders saw the Buddha's Prayer Bead in Pijialuolo's hand, they would certainly be filled with doubt. The reason was simple: according to Shaolin Temple, this Buddha's Prayer Bead should only have been scattered after the battle between the Taoist Ancestor and the Buddha. By then, Brahma Heaven Domain had long since entered the Immortal Domain—so how could Pijialuolo possess this Buddha's Prayer Bead?
At that moment, Pijialuolo toyed with the Buddha's Prayer Bead in his hand. His voice was indifferent, yet laced with faint mockery. "An ancient Heaven-Connecting Realm expert? Hehe, you've been dead for several thousand years. Why are you still so stubbornly trying to return?"
Staring coldly at the prayer bead, Pijialuolo said, "You think everything I have was given to me by you? The Descended Buddha Dharma Manifestation, the Eightfold Heavenly Dragon Prajna Sutra, and even this Eye of Reincarnation Beyond the Shore of mine. But even without these things, I, Pijialuolo, would still be Pijialuolo—the 'Holy Teacher' revered by tens of millions, not a puppet on your strings... nor a spare body!"
Pijialuolo closed his eyes, his tone carrying a chilling frost. "Since you are already dead, then stay dead forever. Don't think I don't know. Among the countless Buddhist and Taoist sects beneath heaven, your true inheritance lies neither in Brahma Heaven Domain nor Lotus Zen Monastery, but within Shaolin Temple. However, Shaolin Temple is about to cease existing. But rest assured, I will find the contingency you arranged and crush it beneath my feet! Go in peace. When I lead the Buddha Sect to become the supreme force of the Martial Arts World, I will erect a grand golden statue for you. This world has no need for a living Buddha—only dead gods!"
As his words fell, Pijialuolo abruptly clenched his right hand.