"Snow Ji is highly intelligent, with emotions and consciousness. She is different from those monsters."
"I dealt with her for many years, longer than any of you did. I understand what kind of being she is, and I am very certain she has something in common with those monsters."
Only upon hearing this did Zhao Layue remember that the Great Compassion Monk had lived beside the snowfield for many years, holding back Snow Ji and the Snow Nation's Beast Tide with his Supreme Zen Dharma and divine abilities. Cao Yuan's Lone Saber Guards the Wind and Snow, which lasted hundreds of years, had come much later. It could even be called an imitation of, or tribute to, the Great Compassion Monk. If Cao Yuan saw him, he might immediately fall to his knees in reverence. But would Cao Yuan heed his advice, help Snow Ji become the sovereign of those monsters, and then surrender to her?
"Your idea is absurd," she said.
"Even if Shen Green Mountain takes hold of Jing Jiu as his sword, it will merely be a dull repetition of the methods the god once used. It cannot solve the fundamental problem, and humanity will ultimately return to the old road to extinction. However absurd my idea may be, it is worth trying. At the very least, we should find her first," the Monk of Joy said.
"No one will ever take hold of him," Zhao Layue said.
"Even if Jing Jiu is still alive, he is already dead." A trace of pity entered the Monk of Joy's calm eyes.
He was the Patriarch of Chan Buddhism, the great man who had studied life and death more thoroughly than anyone in either world. His judgment could not be wrong—once Jing Jiu woke, he would become the sword