Ouyang had already decided to go to the Great Spirit Mountain Temple while he was in the Nine Hells.
Before returning, Ouyang had asked Hui Zhi on the rooftop, "Big monk, if you're here in the Nine Hells, then what exactly is that Buddhist Holy Son sitting in the Great Spirit Mountain Temple in the Western Lands?"
Hui Zhi pressed his palms together, his face full of sorrow, and merely lowered his head to recite scripture. "Buddha and devil have no fixed forms. Only a single thought separates them."
Although Hui Zhi had not said it outright, his words acknowledged that the Buddhist Son currently in the Great Spirit Mountain Temple had probably already fallen to the devil!
Ouyang raised an eyebrow and said with interest, "Then I really must pay the Great Spirit Mountain Temple a visit. Maybe that Buddhist Holy Son has already become Wutian!"
Hui Zhi looked at Ouyang and said quietly, "Go if you wish, senior brother. I am already in the Nine Hells. Everything in the Mortal World has nothing to do with me anymore."
With that, Hui Zhi adopted an expression that said, "None of my business. Whoever it is, whatever," as though Buddhism had fuck all to do with him.
"You little brat, you've washed your hands of it completely! Fine, then. I want to see whether that Buddhist Holy Son sitting in the Great Spirit Mountain Temple qualifies as a Peerless Great Villain!" Ouyang stood up and stretched, speaking carelessly.
If that Buddhist Holy Son truly had fallen to the devil, then given his position and the terrifying speed of his advancement afterward, the entire Great Spirit Mountain Temple was bound to have changed beyond recognition.
After all, in terms of Buddhist Dharma alone, the young Hui Zhi already had no equal