"Your Senior Brother's ambitions were not small," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"No matter what, Senior Brother had not forgotten Buddhism. Who knew how powerful his cultivation had become?"
the Barefoot Monk said.
"If possible, perhaps he could become a new generation's Buddha Master."
"He is the Kingdom Lord of Yin Chang. This place made him what he is; with the prayers of all its people, he need not fear the Holy Court.
But it has also bound him," Xu Zimo analyzed.
"Since he is the Kingdom Lord, he must be responsible for so many citizens. I fear it would be difficult for him to leave Zhou Shou City."
"What a pity," the Barefoot Monk sighed softly.
The two continued onward along the innermost path of the imperial palace's grand hall.
Then they heard a burst of hearty laughter from within.
"Junior Brother Barefoot, I thought you would never set foot in my imperial palace."
Xu Zimo looked up and saw a man in a yellow robe striding out with a laugh from atop the platform.
The man had a solemn, treasure-like countenance, as though a true Buddha had descended into the world.
His imperial robe differed from ordinary imperial robes, with clear Buddhist script embroidered upon it.
Or rather, he had imprinted an entire Buddhist scripture upon the imperial robe.
As he approached, he was like a living Buddha walking the earth.
"Senior Brother," the Barefoot Monk hurriedly bowed.
"Why should we stand on such ceremony between us?" Yin Xu said with a smile.
His gaze then fell upon Xu Zimo.
He asked in surprise, "And this is?"
"Senior Brother, this is not the place to talk," the Barefoot Monk reminded him.
"Right, right, look at this memory of mine." Yin Xu laughed several times.
Then he waved