Western Mount Meru, Mahavira Hall.
Jia Ye recounted their experience of establishing temples and preaching in Chang'an City, and finally sighed, "Disciple has failed the heavy trust and has mishandled the important Buddhist matters. Please, Ancestor Buddha, punish me."
Inside the Mahavira Hall was a total silence, as Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Golden Immortals, and Holy Monks all looked at each other in bewilderment. Why Sun Wukong again? Could it be that this Great Sage Equalling Heaven was the calamity of the Buddha Sect?
But now, even the Buddha Sect had no way to deal with him.
Sun Wukong was not only a high-ranking and powerful Ziwei Great Emperor, but his strength was also comparable to that of top Quasi-Saints.
Everyone inevitably pondered, but no good solutions came to mind, and eventually, they all looked towards the upper part of the hall.
