Tathagata merely shook his head and sighed inwardly in helplessness.
He already felt guilty toward his disciple Golden Cicada, but Xuanzang's actions this time had indeed gone a little too far.
Of course, Tathagata also knew what his two disciples Kashyapa and Ananda were like, but he did not say so outright.
"Enough, enough. If he wishes to leave now, let them go. As for the merit of the journey west, when the Heavenly Dao lays blame, it will have nothing to do with our Spirit Mountain."
Buddha Tathagata sighed as he spoke.
The Buddhas before the hall had long found Xuanzang an eyesore. Since he was willing to shoulder the tremendous karma of the Heavenly Dao and choose not to retrieve the true scriptures, they were happy to see it.
But this meant that their only channel for obtaining the power of faith had been cut off.
Of course, they could shift their source of the power of faith to the Demon Race or other races, but how could those compare to the Human Race, whose glory now blazed like the sun at its zenith?
Everyone felt dejected. They had never imagined that the grand Journey to the West plan they had eagerly awaited would end with a tiger's head and a snake's tail.
Just then, a voice filled with the majesty of the Heavenly Dao suddenly rang through the entire Great Hall.
"All of you, heed my command! You must not let Xuanzang return to the Human Race! Do not let him leave Spirit Mountain!"
Everyone's heart tightened at those words.
They naturally knew that this was Daoist Jieyin's voice.
Must we really kill all the Scripture-Seekers?
Tathagata was deeply conflicted. No matter how poorly Xuanzang had behaved, he was still his disciple.
But all these Buddhas understood