"What Black Box? Shakyamuni's never seen one!" Lianshan Xin replied, his expression unchanged.
He had not lied to the Unborn Venerable Mother. Shakyamuni Buddha really had never seen it.
He himself might have seen it.
Maitreya might have seen it too.
But neither of them was Shakyamuni.
The Unborn Venerable Mother glanced at Lianshan Xin and saw no sign that he was lying. In fact, Lianshan Xin really was not lying.
She had no idea that Maitreya could no longer lie still. He had nearly done a sit-up and sat straight up inside the Little Black Box. Then Lianshan Xin had controlled the Little Black Box and forcibly pressed Maitreya back down.
A sit-up? What sit-up? Are you training your abs in there?
Maitreya had knocked a headful of lumps onto his forehead, but he felt no pain at all. He only felt that this was enough to scare a Bodhisattva to death.
"Kid, just where did you come from? And where did this Little Black Box come from?"
Lianshan Xin chuckled sinisterly. "My son, I told you long ago. This little box is your forever home."
Maitreya suddenly shivered.
Maitreya Bodhisattva, who had never known the meaning of fear, really was a little afraid at this moment.
Even when Shakyamuni Buddha had suppressed him back then, he had not been as frightened as he was now.
After all, back then, he had known Shakyamuni would not kill him.
But now, facing a Little Black Box that might hold secrets beyond Dao Integration, Maitreya felt no sense of security whatsoever.
This Little Black Box had none of Shakyamuni's affection for him.
Strangely enough, at this moment, both Maitreya and Lianshan Xin had instinctively believed the Unborn Venerable Mother's words. Almost immediately, they had also become certain that the Little Black