Once Lingji Bodhisattva saw the figure clearly, his pupils contracted. Before he could cry out a name, the figure slapped him across the face, smashing him into the void.
Immediately afterward, a hand reached into the void, plucked Lingji Bodhisattva out, and vanished into the void with him.
"The Rat Spirit of Yellow Wind Ridge has disappeared!"
At the Great Thunderclap Temple, Tathagata was calculating the trials of the karmic calamity on his fingers when his sudden remark made the Buddhas of Spirit Mountain narrow their eyes slightly. They did not take it too seriously, however. Manjushri Bodhisattva said, "Perhaps Lingji Bodhisattva arrived a step too late, and the Six-Eared Macaque killed him."
"No. Lingji Bodhisattva disappeared along with him. I have been calculating for quite some time, yet I cannot find the slightest trace of Lingji Bodhisattva. It feels as though he has vanished from the Primordial World altogether."
What troubled Buddha Tathagata was not the Rat Spirit's disappearance, but Lingji Bodhisattva's. He could not catch even the faintest trace of him.
After all, as disciples of Spirit Mountain, their lives and fortune were intimately bound to its Buddhist fortune. Tathagata could use that fortune to divine the whereabouts of every Buddhist Sect disciple on Spirit Mountain.
Yet now, he could no longer divine Lingji Bodhisattva's whereabouts.
What was going on?
Tathagata's words immediately put the Buddhas of Spirit Mountain on their guard and filled them with surprise. Each used their own methods of divination, but none detected Lingji Bodhisattva's aura. They all sank into deep bewilderment.
Sensing vaguely that something was wrong, Guanyin Bodhisattva flew out of the Great Thunderclap Temple and headed for Yellow Wind Ridge. She searched the surrounding region for hundreds of trillions of miles, yet still found no trace of Lingji Bodhisattva.
She then