"Has Martial Ancestor Cihang left?" The moment Zen Master Mingyue saw Xingchen, he cried out, "This disciple had hoped to invite him to stay at Little Gold Temple for two more days! His venerable self is the great benefactor of our Changsheng Town. Who knows how many patrons wish to behold his venerable Buddhist visage!"
"Amitabha. Martial Ancestor Cihang is an eminent figure on the verge of achieving Bodhisattva Buddhahood. How could he linger in Changsheng Town? His venerable self must have heard some news and hurried here from afar to dispel this great calamity befalling Changsheng Town. Now that the disaster has passed, he must have gone elsewhere," Xingchen said blandly.
"What a pity. This disciple was unable to pay respects to his venerable self or glimpse his true countenance," Zen Master Mingyue said regretfully.
"Hehe, his venerable self has gone, but his golden body remains behind!" Xingchen naturally understood Zen Master Mingyue's meaning. He smiled and deliberately left his words unfinished.
"Ah??" Zen Master Mingyue was dumbfounded. He hurriedly asked, "Why do you say that, Martial Uncle? How could Martial Ancestor Cihang have a golden body? Hadn't he yet achieved his Bodhisattva Fruit?"
Xingchen pointed toward Jiangchao Temple and smiled. "Martial Ancestor Cihang's golden body remains within Jiangchao Temple! His venerable self shares a karmic affinity with Changsheng Town. He once saved tens of thousands here, and now he has saved tens of thousands again. If you wish to pay respects, simply go to Jiangchao Temple!"
"Ah~~~" Zen Master Mingyue blurted out, "Then does that mean Jiangchao Temple... was never a Daoist sanctuary to begin with, but the sanctuary of our Buddhist Sect's Martial Ancestor Cihang?"
"That should be so!" Xingchen and Mingyue traded question for answer with great fluency, while Xingchen covertly glanced at Xiao Hua again.