Zen Master Mingjing backed away, clutching his face, yet still doggedly finished speaking through his fingers:
"Xuanwei, your Daoist sects teach that the Dao follows nature. Our Buddhist Sects likewise teach that karmic bonds are ordained by heaven, and reincarnation has its destined end. The Buddha's Son's cultivation across nine lives concerns the future fruition of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sacred Land. Why must you cling to this obsession even now, True Person?"
True Person Xuanwei refused to listen to the bald donkey's sophistry.
Boom!
Purity qi surged. The shock waves of a battle between Immortal Venerables shook everything within a thousand miles-and that was with the Ninefold Restriction Array in place.
"Oh-ho! Xuanwei's really fired up now!"
Around the round table, the mighty cultivators watched with relish, gossiping with Jiang Shouzhuo as they did.
"Old Jiang, did the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sacred Land really forcibly convert Xuanwei's direct disciple?"
"Ah, I'm old now. My eyes and ears aren't what they used to be. How would I know about such things?" Jiang Shouzhuo waved them off with a laugh, but inwardly pondered:
Could the disciple who made Xuanwei raise such a storm be Qingheng? Could it have happened when he announced his seclusion ten thousand years ago...
Finding that they could get nothing out of Jiang Shouzhuo, the others drifted away in disappointment. For all the old man's love of gossip, his lips were actually sealed tight. He knew perfectly well what he could and could not say; otherwise, he would never have made friends all over the world.
If Jiang Shouzhuo laughed something off, no one could pry it out of him.
They could only turn their attention back to the battlefield high above. A clash between supreme Immortal Venerables of Daoism and Buddhism was a once-in-a-millennium sight. They