One could say, the path of the other Dharma Kings was now blocked.
This was bound to invite hostility!
However, Aaron didn't care.
What he wanted was just the identity itself, and even the task of saving the elect of the Magic Net Goddess had been completed.
Once he had collected the fundamental scriptures he wished to read, he could simply walk away.
As a Buddha's son of a different sect, he had been able to pass on all methods, but only the three fundamental scriptures remained elusive.
Now that he was one of their own, of course, he could read them.
"Thank you, abbot!"
When Aaron donned the big red thangka robe, his aura changed instantaneously.
That dignified, solemn, and majestic presence caused all the monks present to gaze in admiration, silently admiring his true son of Buddha status.
The support or opposition of the people was also an important source of power!
Seeing this, the faces of the three great Dharma Kings turned even uglier.
...
Nightfall arrived.
