Tongtian was genuinely interested.
After all, as someone who had transmigrated here, he knew perfectly well that under the original circumstances, Daoist Randeng would certainly have chosen the Western Teachings.
Yet because of his arrival, Randeng had chosen their Interception Sect instead of the Western Teachings. That alone set Tongtian's thirst for gossip blazing.
As for Daoist Randeng, he nearly burst into tears.
He even wondered whether Saint Tongtian, standing before him, was a devil.
Being able to divine that he intended to defect from the Chan Sect, and even that he would bring Manjushri, Puxian, and Cihang along, was already monstrously impressive.
But now Tongtian was telling him that he had also divined his plan to join the Western Teachings?
That could no longer be called monstrous.
That was a goddamn devil, wasn't it?
Naturally, however, Daoist Randeng dared not conceal anything when Saint Tongtian questioned him.
So he held nothing back, laying out practically all his opinions and calculations.
He was gambling!
Gambling that, in this Investiture Calamity, the Interception Sect would crush the Chan Sect utterly and claim the final victory.
If he lost, he would have nothing. But if he won, he would have everything he could want.
What was more, judging by the current situation, the Interception Sect's chances of winning were overwhelmingly high. If he joined now, he might even earn some credit.
But if he waited any longer, he would not even get a sip of the broth.
As for why he had not joined the Western Teachings, that hardly needed explaining.
The Western Teachings were far too impoverished. Given even a slightly better choice, who would willingly undergo Transforming Barbarians into Buddhas?
He already belonged to the Orthodox Xuanmen, a disciple of Daoism.
And Daoism's supreme patriarch was Hongjun, who had long