Ouyang could not help shivering, then looked at the Buddha Martial Uncle before him, golden from head to toe.
So much for a golden Buddha. If someone cut this Martial Uncle open, would he turn out to be black inside?
Ouyang swallowed and asked, "Martial Uncle, Hui Zhi is already connected to billions of living beings. Aren't you afraid he'll turn on you?"
Dharma smiled, his face full of compassion for the world. "This secret art connects them through Buddhist faith in the first place. Without faith, that connection breaks. Do you know who wrote the Buddhist Sutra?"
Holy shit!
On my knees!
Fuck, so this was the real hidden big shot!
Looking at Dharma before him, Ouyang felt ten thousand grass-mud horses stampeding through his heart!
Surely even Dongxu Zi, Number One Under Heaven, hadn't founded Daoism himself?
"Don't tell me you wrote the Buddhist Sutra?" Ouyang stammered.
"No!" Dharma denied it outright.
Then what the fu...
Dharma's sharp turn nearly made Ouyang pass out. He rolled his eyes in protest at this gold-on-the-outside, black-on-the-inside Martial Uncle.
Having finally beaten the boy in a war of words, Dharma could not help laughing as he explained, "After the Immortals of the Elder Ancient Era fell, the two Immortals representing Buddhism fell as well. The Buddhist Sutra was replaced with Immortal Script, so naturally no one could read it. But later, someone did inherit Buddhism's legacy! Two people, to be precise!"
"Who?" Ouyang immediately asked.
Dharma quietly watched Ouyang before him and said, "Your Fifth Martial Uncle and Sixth Martial Uncle!"
Woohoo!
Taking flight!
Awesome!
Just what sort of divine beings were all his Martial Uncles?
Each was more awesome than the last!
By comparison, Su Xiaoqi, still squatting on the Azure Cloud Sect's mountain, really was useless!
As Dharma revealed