Ye Qingyun was speechless.

He turned around and left.

Huikong didn't get entangled again this time.

He clasped his hands together and recited Buddhist sutras, without any trace of doubt or confusion in his eyes.

He no longer wants to take Ye Qingyun back to Buddhism in the West.

Because even Huikong himself doesn’t want to go back.

What kind of Western Buddhism doesn’t even have Mahayana Buddhism, so what’s the point of going back?

Since the Holy Son is here, then this place is the real Buddhism.

"I'm going to tell other Buddhist practitioners so that they also know the existence of Mahayana Buddhism."

"Only in this way can I live up to the teachings of the Holy Son."

Huikong made up his mind and immediately went to find other Buddhist monks.

Not long after, Huikong gathered dozens of monks.

Dozens of bald heads gathered together, the scene was quite dazzling.

There's nothing I can do about it, their heads are too shiny.

It's like it's been oiled.

"Huikong, why did you summon us together?"

"Didn't you look for the Holy Son? Have you ever found him?"

"What kind of person is the Holy Son? Tell us about it."

...

All the monks looked at Huikong, eager to hear about his meeting with the Holy Son.

Huikong smiled and shook his head at everyone.

"Fellow practitioners, Huikong wants to tell you something."

The monks were startled.

"From now on, Huikong will never return to the ancient Xichan Temple, nor will he return to the Western Territory."

The monks were in an uproar.

"Huikong, what's wrong with you?"

Huikong recited Amitabha.

"Buddha is everywhere."
Chapter completed!