The border wilds of Xining.
Within the Formless Temple, demonic qi grew ever denser beside the four Buddhist pagodas. White bones filled them, linking with the entire Buddha Land before finally surging toward the place in the main hall where Wisdom Nature Arhat was secluded.
A hideously ugly monk with an ape-like face rose on the wind, dressed in plain yellow robes. It was Sangjue. He gazed far to the east, where, beyond layer upon layer of mountains and wilderness, he could faintly glimpse Linyao's brilliant heavenly light.
"The Great Sunlight Temple really won't intervene?"
He turned toward Zanluo, who stood beside him in pink monk's robes with a celestial maiden in his arms, and asked in a cold, harsh voice.
"That temple relies entirely on that person's magical power to sustain it. How could he leave Linyao? If he does intervene, someone will deal with him. You need not worry, Dharma Master Sangjue."
Zanluo's gaze was lewd. Pink magical light swelled around him like bubbles, accompanied by a wash of decadent music.
"The hour has come. It is time for the Formless Temple to return to the proper path. Wisdom Nature Arhat possesses great courage and great wisdom. If he subdues the Demon Chief and ascends another realm, he can return to the West Kang Plains. There will be no need to seek some position in the Mount Sumeru Buddha Land. Wouldn't Great Benxiang Mountain be better?"
"If his reincarnation fails and he turns to the demonic path, there will still be a place for him in the Great Bliss Pure Land. Either way, it is better than staying in the Li Kingdom."
Sangjue said nothing, gazing at the demonic qi and radiant light within the main hall. His resolve suddenly wavered, and he felt that Zanluo's words held