Jurisdiction.”

"I don't know, who is this eminent Buddhist monk's name? Where is he from? Can he show up and meet him?"

But at this moment, at the main seat in the center of the hall, Saint Qianxue suddenly spoke. Her expression was very calm, and it was hard to tell whether she was happy or angry.

"This..." Hearing the inquiry, Wu Shan couldn't help but frown, as if hesitating. However, before he could express his position, he heard a loud Buddha's trumpet ringing, which was instantly transmitted into the main hall.

"Amitabha."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure suddenly appeared outside the door of the main hall and walked slowly towards the hall. He was wearing a plain monk's robe, his eyes were downcast, and his face was compassionate, giving people a solemn look.

feeling.

"The poor monk has no anger and has seen many donors."

"Master, there is no need to be polite. Please take a seat quickly." Before Qianxue could ask, Na Wushan was impatient and invited with a smile.

"So, thank you, Master Wu."

On the throne, Qianxue frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy. However, it was hard to speak. After all, he was just the new saint elected by the elders and the nominal owner of the holy mountain, but he was not a man of his word.

The human emperor.

His eyes turned to the monk again and asked:

"I wonder where this master comes from? Can you tell me a little bit about him?"

"The poor monk comes from Ciyun Temple and is currently enjoying the position of elder."

"Ciyun Temple!"

Qianxue frowned. She knew this Buddhist temple very well. There were many Buddhist temples in Sichuan and Sichuan, and Ciyun Temple was one of the larger ones. However, she did not expect that this old monk actually belonged to Ciyun Temple.

Elder.

Just as he was about to continue asking, a piece of information suddenly came to his mind. After reading it, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and the conversation changed,

"Since the master is the elder of Ciyun Temple, can everything he said represent Buddhism?"

"Okay." An imperceptible strangeness flashed deep in Wu'an's eyes, but his face showed confidence, and he continued,

"Moreover, if there is a conflict between Buddhism and Taoism in Shu, then even the Central Plains will not be able to stay out of it. By then, they will definitely be involved."

"Wouldn't that mean the world would be in chaos!"

Saint Qianxue couldn't bear it any longer and exclaimed. The faces of the surrounding elders also changed drastically, and they all looked at the old monk without anger.

"The saint is worried too much. Even if there is a big chaos, it will be a matter for the cultivation world and will not involve the world." Wu'an's expression did not change and he continued,

"What's more, the practice world has been at peace for too long, and the division of forces between the various parties has been fixed. How can we gain more benefits without undergoing a thorough reshuffle?"

"These are just your words. There is no guarantee at all. The spiritual world is deeply involved with the secular world. If one side is in turmoil, how can the other side be unscathed? This is simply nonsense." Qian Xue looked at the other party coldly and suddenly said,

"Moreover, as an eminent Buddhist monk, you are supposed to be compassionate. But now, you ignore the life and death of the people in the world. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Haha, I didn't expect that Your Highness, a Miao saint, would actually have a kind heart! She completely ignores the interests of her own people, but has to worry about the Han people in the Central Plains. Such a compassionate heart really puts the poor monk to shame."
Chapter completed!