"Mm..." Xiao Hua pondered briefly, looked at the boundless darkness and the star path behind him, then instructed, "Bodhi Immortal Friend, Green-robed fellow Daoist, fly to my left and right flanks. We need not go too far ahead; we will lie in ambush here. Once I sense old thief Kong's trail, the three of us will strike at once. That fellow may be fifth-rank upper-stage Yuan Force and may have cultivated to Refining Spirit to Void, but we will still make sure he dies without a burial ground!"
"Namo Maitreya Buddha, good, good!" Bodhi announced the Buddha's name, his tone full of compassion, as he flew above Xiao Hua's left hand and began forming Buddhist seals.
The Nascent Soul controlled by green-robed Xiao Hua covered his mouth and said softly, "Sweep the ground without harming an ant's life; cherish moths that flutter toward the lamp beneath its gauze. Hehe, so this is how our Future Buddha Lord behaves!"
"Immortal Friend is mistaken. This humble monk is Bodhi now, not Maitreya Buddha. Once this humble monk attains Buddhahood, we can discuss what it means to sweep the ground without harming an ant's life and cherish moths that flutter toward the lamp beneath its gauze. All right?" Bodhi replied blandly. Xiao Hua could not help but chuckle. Green-robed Xiao Hua had truly met his match. Bodhi was well-versed in Buddhist teachings and even skilled in debate. Though he was not as endlessly talkative as green-robed Xiao Hua, every word he spoke struck straight at the point, leaving others unable to retort.
Green-robed Xiao Hua found this rather dull. He flew resentfully from above Xiao Hua's head toward the right, yet still glanced at Xiao Hua and muttered, "They say Confucian scholars wage war with lips like spears and tongues like swords. Why