Leaving the Buddha Hall, the Buddha's child Bai Lai returned alone to his cave dwelling and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his expression showing a touch of fatigue as he rubbed his brow.
Ever since his master passed away, and another elder ancestor was ambushed and fell outside, the White Horse Temple was now in grave crisis, with the risk of collapse looming at any moment.
Recalling how Buddha City had silently fallen into the hands of others, Bai Lai, the Buddha's child, felt a surge of anger, "Vajra Temple, you say? A mere lackey of a temple dares to kick the White Horse Temple while it's down?"
"Such audacity, such a tremendous gall."
After some time, Bai Lai, the Buddha's child, finally slowly closed his eyes and murmured in the dark, "Once I've achieved the Cultivation of the Mahayana Realm, I will settle this score with you, a thousandfold, a millionfold."
Lingyuan Temple! Spirits Temple! Hundred Buddha Temple, Vajra Temple!
Each and every one of them must die!
