"There's no need for such modesty. I perceive that your mastery of the Buddha's teachings is not shallow. It is sufficient, so please, don't be so humble!"
Donghuang naturally would not listen to these monks' nonsense. In the middle of the night, not even a single oil lamp is lit, and they're conspiring here. Does she act as though she's heard nothing at all?
Yixiu!
Seeing that this disaster in no way could be diverted, the fat monk couldn't help but turn back and glare at the elderly monk. This task of universally saving the forest animals is not what they should be doing.
This is clearly a disaster Yixiu has brought upon himself, and it just so happened that they were called over and got trapped here together by this sovereign, unable to advance or retreat.
"Where does this ruler of the Ghost Nation hail from?"
The old monk's face was also numb. He went to the mountains to read scriptures to the beasts, who has he offended to bring about such a horrific existence?
