Five hundred years after the holy war.
On this day, Bai Xi emerged from seclusion.
Qingcheng Mountain.
"Come, drink up, drink up." Soaring Serpent was entertaining his guest, the Black Bear Ancient Buddha-Xiong Er.
Draped in a golden kasaya, Xiong Er raised his wine cup in a distant toast to Soaring Serpent, who had a beauty seated on either side of him, then drained it in one gulp.
"Xiong Er, stop moping. We're both getting on in years. Doesn't the Human Race have a saying? A new generation replaces the old. You may no longer run Buddhism directly, but you're still the former Buddha Lord. Everyone who meets you has to honor you as an Ancient Buddha. Just relax and enjoy your blessings. Live the good life like I do." As he spoke, Soaring Serpent raised his left hand and wrapped it around the Flower Demon beside him, slowly roaming his fingers over her body, savoring the suppleness and beauty of her skin.
The Flower Demon grew bashful and said softly, "Divine Lord, the Ancient Buddha is still here."
"So what? He's not an outsider," Soaring Serpent said indifferently.
"Right, I'm not an outsider. Don't mind me," Xiong Er said listlessly. Then he picked up his chopsticks, helped himself to a piece of beef, and chewed noisily.
Seeing Black Bear like this, Soaring Serpent shook his head. Then he turned to the other female demon seated on his right and said, "Go keep him company."
This female demon was a Serpent Demon. At his order, she hurriedly rose and bowed. "Yes, Divine Lord."
Then she walked toward Black Bear with her body slightly bowed and said in a sweet, delicate voice, "Buddha Lord."
Without even raising his head, Black Bear refused outright. "A monk has no taste for women.