Zhunti, after the two of them reached a consensus,.

Then he called Ran Deng, the pharmacist, and Maitreya over.

After hearing the saint's summons, the three of them felt a little uneasy.

Although the journey to the west was planned by the Saint behind the scenes.

But in reality, the specific matters are all handled by them behind the scenes.

Nowadays, the West cannot prosper, and the sons of Buddhism who have taken great pains to measure calamities are actually a bunch of rebellious people...

Will the saint vent his anger on them in a fit of anger?

Ran Deng's face showed timidity, "Brother Yao, Brother Maitreya, why don't you go to Mount Sumeru first, and I'll wait for you below?"

Ran Deng is really afraid that if the saint gets angry and kills him directly, who will he talk to to reason with him then?

"Brother Ran Deng, you are too unkind, are you letting us go and you stay here?"

There was a look of dissatisfaction on Maitreya's face. He always felt that the reason why this burning lamp had not peeked into the perfection of the quasi-sage for a long time was because he was too cowardly.

"The saint was so angry that the small path was afraid that after hundreds of millions of years of hard work, it would be destroyed in one day."

Ran Deng showed a wry smile. Although he is now the ancient Ran Deng Buddha, he has become a monk after all.

Not as close as the direct disciples of Medicine Master Maitreya.

If a saint wants to attack someone, he must attack outsiders first...

The pharmacist frowned and sighed.

"The decline of Buddhism is a foregone conclusion. Master and Uncle Master will not commit suicide. When the time comes, if Master and Uncle punish you, we will try our best to intercede on your behalf."

"Senior Medicine Master said yes, just come."

Maitreya grabbed the hem of Ran Deng's clothes and followed the pharmacist up Mount Sumeru.

After climbing Mount Sumeru, there was no thunderous fury as imagined.

Zhunti greeted the two of them, looking as normal as ever.

This made the pharmacist, Maitreya, and Ran Deng even more panicked.

Master, my uncle looks like this, could it be that he is so angry that he has lost his mind?

The two of them cautiously raised their hands and saluted, "Disciple Lantern, Medicine Master, Maitreya, pay homage to the saint."

"Everyone, get up."

Zhunti waved his hand, and a soft force instantly lifted the three of them up.

"I dare to ask Master, what is the important matter that Master has summoned me to do?"

The pharmacist spoke with a very sad look on his face, which made people unable to help but feel sympathy.

Jie Yin sighed, with sadness in his eyes.

"The great rise of the West has completely failed. Our Buddhism has been completely defeated. You can go and open the treasure house of Buddhism and stabilize the current destiny first."

"Buddhist treasure house?"

The medicine master has made waves in his heart since the founding of Buddhism.

I have only sent things to the treasure house, and I have never met Master. Uncle Master asked me to open the treasure house to get things...

"Then Master..."

The pharmacist also heard other meanings from the quotation.

"As a teacher, I want to go to Zixiao Palace with your uncle and sue Taiqing and other saints."

The leading voice is extremely firm.

"That's right. If you sue Taiqing and the other six saints, you will destroy my great opportunity for Buddhism. You will definitely have to pay for it with blood."

There was infinite anger in Zhunti's voice. His Buddhism had been accumulated for hundreds of millions of years, and he had finally waited for the opportunity of great prosperity.

Being yelled at by everyone in Xuanmen like this is really unbearable, but what is unbearable?

"Disciple obeys the order."

The pharmacist handed over his hand, and soon took the burning lamp with him, and Maitreya descended from Mount Sumeru.

"Let's go, junior brother."

"Yes, senior brother."

Zhunti, with a thought, cuts through the space and rushes towards the chaos.

There is vast chaos and darkness, with only countless chaotic energy rolling around.

Occasionally, stars twinkle, breaking through the chaos and illuminating a space.

In the corner of chaos, in Zixiao Palace, Hongjun seemed to sense something and let out a long sigh.

He has already given the opportunity to Buddhism. If Buddhism cannot prosper, then who can be blamed?

In other words, Buddhism is too greedy and is not willing to protect its own one-third of an acre of land in the West.

We have to go eastward and eat away at a wave of Xuanmen luck.

How could the Xuanmen saints be willing?

Nowadays, if you steal the chicken but lose the rice, what's the point of coming to him?

Give Buddhism another chance to prosper?

That's simply unrealistic.

The great decline of Buddhism was caused by the two sages of Buddhism themselves.

Hongjun shook his head and said, "Where is the little stone?"

"Tong'er is here."

A little boy three feet tall, about seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, and his hair in two buns, walked out of a corner.

Then he saluted respectfully towards Hongjun and said, "I have met the founder."

During the battle between the lich and the ancient world, the ancient world was shattered. The boys and girls around Hongjun took over the positions of Emperor of Heaven and Queen of Heaven.

Hongjun also inspired a stubborn stone near Zixiao Palace, named it Little Stone, and served it beside him.

Countless thousands of years have passed, and Xiao Shitou's cultivation has reached the peak of Daluo Jinxian!

"Two people will come to Zixiao Palace to see me in a while. You have closed the door and are standing guard at the door. If they come, tell them that I am in retreat and cannot see guests."

He gave the West a chance, but the West still couldn't prosper. What's the use of saying goodbye to Zhunti and welcoming him?

"Aoao."

Little Shitou nodded, came to the door of Zixiao Palace, and closed the door on tiptoes.

Then with a wave of his hand, he made a small futon, sat on it, and began to wait quietly.

Not long after waiting, two Taoists flew over with sad faces.

That's right, it's a Taoist.

Before Zhunti and Jieyin came, they deliberately changed the nine-color cassocks they were wearing into the Taoist robes they wore before they rebelled against Xuan Lifo.

The reason for doing this is naturally to let Daozu help them again because of his past kindness.

Zhunti, Jieyin glanced at the boy sitting and dozing in front of Zixiao Palace, but didn't pay attention.

He is probably a monk who took form on a certain star in Chaos.

Come to Zixiao Palace to soak up the Tao Yun left behind by the Taoist ancestors...

"Dong dong dong!"

Zhunti, Jieyin knocked on the door, suddenly waking up Xiao Shitou who was dozing off.

"Are you the Western Zhunti Saint, the Accepting Saint?"

Zhunti stopped and knocked on the door, "Who are you?"

Xiao Shitou bowed to Zixiao Palace and saluted, "I am the boy who serves the Patriarch. Patriarch Dao came and asked me to guard the door."

Jie Yin looked the little boy up and down, felt something bad in his heart, and said quickly.

"I'm waiting for Zhunti to greet you and ask my junior brother to open the door. We senior brothers will go to Zixiao Palace to find Dao Ancestor for a big deal."

"I'm not your junior brother." Xiao Shitou shook his head and said seriously.

"The Taoist ancestor said that you were no longer his disciples hundreds of millions of years ago, so how can you become relatives?"

Zhunti, his face suddenly turned red, and he continued.

"Then please ask this fellow Taoist to open the door and let me go in?"

Xiao Shitou continued to refuse, "The Patriarch has said that he is in retreat and will not see anyone."

After he finished speaking, he spread his hands and said, "Didn't you see that I was sent here to look at the gate?"
To be continued...