Maha Ancient Buddha ultimately declined. Before long, Victorious Fighting Buddha would leave Mount Sumeru and journey deep into the starry sky, and the Buddhist Sect needed a Great Saint to oversee daily affairs on Mount Sumeru and safeguard its hidden reserves.
"Monkey is leaving?" Lin Xian paused, then realized something. He abruptly turned toward Old Monkey, half startled and half delighted. "Have you broken through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm, Victorious Fighting Buddha?"
"I have found a sliver of hope. Only the final step remains." Victorious Fighting Buddha pressed his palms together. "Before Sakyamuni Buddha left, he gave this old monk a suggestion: travel to the Amitabha Star Domain, seek an opportunity, and discuss the Dao with his disciple, Golden Cicada Son."
The corner of Lin Xian's mouth twitched. He felt utterly windswept and bewildered. Victorious Fighting Buddha meeting Golden Cicada Son-what an absurd turn of events. Were they really going to stage a grand Journey to the West?
As the Future Buddha Patriarch, should he approve or oppose it?
"The Amitabha Star Domain..." Maha Ancient Buddha fingered his prayer beads, his expression growing grave. "That is Amitabha Buddha Emperor's homeland. It was originally obscure and unknown, but after producing our Buddhist Sect's Great Emperor, it was renamed."
"As far as this old monk knows, an unrivaled Great Saint resides there. He is known as Peacock Great Wisdom King Bodhisattva, and he too is on the verge of entering the Quasi-Emperor Realm."
"You must take extra care, Victorious Fighting Buddha."
"What do you mean by that, Ancient Buddha?" Victorious Fighting Buddha's eyes blazed like torches, scattering golden light. They were both Buddhist saints. Surely they would not start fighting the moment they met?
"Excellent, excellent." Maha Ancient Buddha chuckled and revealed the truth. Peacock Great Wisdom King had used the means