Friends…?

  Lu Ping looked at Huang Xiaoqi on the sofa.

  He and crazy Huang should be considered friends, right?

  Lu Ping had to admit that after this period of time, the relationship between the two of them had indeed deepened.

  Lu Ping smiled. This girl in front of him could indeed be called his friend.

  “Okay.” Lu Ping nodded and said, “Then I’ll call you by your name from now on.”


  Huang Xiaoqi clenched her fists slightly.

  She watched Lu Ping go upstairs with a smile on her face.

  Yes! Xiaoqi had finally completed one of her goals!

  Their friendship was pretty good!

  Deep within Mount Numinous, in the Holy Land of the Western religions, there weren’t many Buddhas at this time.

  Zhuang Di sat opposite the usher.

  In front of the two of them was a chessboard.

  On the chessboard, black and white pieces intersected, and the battle was intense.

  “Junior brother, tell me, what do you think will happen in the next great calamity? Will our Western sect still prosper?” The Usher asked with a smile.

  Zhuang Di smiled slightly and said, “Prosperity and decline have their own heavenly axiom. Why should we worry?”


  The Usher could hear something unusual in his words.

  “You and I created the Western sect together. It was because of the great calamity last time that your plan was able to achieve its current prosperity…… Are you going to stand by and watch?”


  Zhuang Di shook his head slightly and said, “The hearts of the people have scattered. It’s not easy to lead a team. Look at Mount Numinous and Buddha. Those who have some ability have already been scattered throughout the universe. You and I can no longer give them what they want.”


  He said in a deep voice, “Although the cultivation ancestor hasn’t spoken yet, I think you should have sensed it. Whether it’s the Western or Eastern sects, including the Heavenly Court, the internal conflicts have already begun to appear!”


  Looking at the leader’s face full of worry, Zhuang Di laughed and said, “The Buddhas of Mount Numinous are the same. Now, they all have their own plans and considerations. Even you and I are saints, but can we really control them? If we can control them, then many treasures would not have joined our Western sect back then. They would have become Tathagata. Burning the lamp would not have made them become ancient Buddhas.”


  The usher shook his head and said, “We saints are immortal. The contenders are nothing more than superficial people. We can’t lose to those Eastern sects. We just have to lose face. During the last great calamity, we gained an advantage. After so many years, when that primordial spirit saw you and me, it became a bit weaker. If we lose it again, who knows how many years we will be suppressed.”


  Zhuang Di said in a soft voice, “It’s time to fight and calculate. But recently, I’ve discovered that the luck of the Western religions is scattered. Even spiritual treasures can’t suppress it. I really don’t know what to do. The cultivation ancestor didn’t announce the details of the great calamity, so we don’t know what to do. It’s precisely because of this that these guys left one by one, leaving behind some backup plans.”


  The two of them looked at each other and sighed.

  Even saints had their own worries.

  Just like Zhuang Di had predicted, the hearts of the people were scattered, and so was the Buddha.

  For those who had joined the Western religion, some did so voluntary, while others did so passively.

  Some were even forced to do so.

  However, there was no doubt that the Western religion had obtained many top-notch talents during the last catastrophe, which led to the expansion of the strength of the religion and the expansion of its influence.

  Among the human sects, the Western sect was the first to be promoted. Even now, there were traces of Western sects everywhere in the universe.

  However, these people had left Mount Numinous one by one.

  Although the two of them were saints, they still could not control the hearts of the people.

  Another person had flown out of Mount Numinous.

  This person had a fat head and big ears. He was fair and fat.

  “Hehe, Sun Wukong, I mean, Monkey ran away. I, Zhu Bajie, want to follow him! I want to see if I can think of a way…! Everyone is saying that the great calamity is approaching. I don’t know if I can take the opportunity to leave this sect!” To Zhu Bajie, from the moment he entered the Buddhist sect, he actually had resentment in his heart.

  In the past, he was the general of the great country, commanding the navy of the Heavenly Court. Although he was controlled by others, he was still awe-inspiring and had a high status.

  However, being an emissary of the cleansing altar was really unsightly.

  Why was that?

  One had to know that most people worshiped Buddha.

  The Golden Cicada Master was sealed by the Chantan Merit Buddha. Sun Wukong was conferred the title of Victory Buddha. Sha Wujing was conferred the title of Golden Arhat, and the White Dragon Horse was conferred the title of Eight Groups of the Heavenly Dragons.

  Not to mention the two who became Buddhas, even the Golden Arhat and the Eight Groups of the Heavenly Dragons had their own worshiping beliefs in the human world.

  To put it bluntly, the belief in incense was beneficial to the Buddha himself.

  Western religion was like a big platform, and incense was the flow. The majority of the flow was given to the Buddha, and the other arhats and heavenly dragons could share some of the profits.

  But that damned envoy of the Altar of Purification was like an overseer!

  The flow had nothing to do with him.

  No one had ever worshipped the envoy of the Altar of Purification.

  When he had been conferred the title, Zhu Bajie had raised an objection. “They have all become Buddhas, how can they make me an emissary of the Altar of Purification?”


  But at that time, he had been rebuked by Tathagata. “You are lazy! Therefore, you have to cover the four major continents in the world, and there are many people who worship my religion. In all matters of Buddhism, teaching at the Altar of Purification is a useful skill. How can it not be good?”


  It sounded good.

  But the problem was, in Buddhism, the worshippers all had names.