Suonanche, the "Baoxiang Tathagata," had spent his entire life fighting Shaolin Temple. It was because of him that the Esoteric Sect had survived under Shaolin Temple's immense pressure.
Xuan Ku looked at Suonanche, the sorrow on his face deepening. "Does the Esoteric Sect truly wish to tie itself to Great Zhou? You and I are both of the Buddha Sect. Why must things come to this?"
Suonanche looked young, with a handsome, masculine face that seemed to belong to a man in his thirties. At the same time, he carried an awe-inspiring presence that seized the mind.
In truth, Suonanche had only kept his appearance unchanged for a century through a secret art. He and Xuan Ku were of the same generation, and no one could say how long they had been fighting.
Suonanche gave a cold snort. The void trembled, as if his words had become law.
"Xuan Ku, do you know how hypocritical you are? Since you know we both belong to the Buddha Sect, why have you suppressed my Esoteric Sect and kept us from setting foot in the Central Plains for centuries?"
Xuan Ku chanted a Buddhist invocation. "The Central Plains are a place to spread the Dharma, and so is the Western Frontier. As long as the teachings of the Buddha Sect can spread throughout the world, why distinguish between the Central Plains and the Western Frontier?
"The Esoteric Sect's teachings clash with the Martial Arts World of the Central Plains. Forcing your way in to spread them will bring no benefit. It can only lead to needless bloodshed."
Suonanche gave a cold laugh, no longer bothering with Xuan Ku's empty pleasantries. Behind him, a Tathagata Dharma image pressed its palms together and struck toward Xuan Ku with a single palm!
"Amitabha!"
Xuan Ku pressed