Just yesterday, an envoy from the West Realm Buddhism arrived at the capital of the Heavenly Martial Empire.
And paid respects to Emperor Dominic Su.
West Realm Buddhism rarely sent envoys to other countries.
So Dominic Su received him very solemnly.
Unexpectedly, they came to condemn and question.
"May I ask Your Majesty, why has the Holy Son of my Buddhism delayed his return from your country?"
"And my Buddhism sent many monks to find the Holy Son, but as a result, they are all trapped in your esteemed country, unable to return."
"May I ask Your Majesty, is your esteemed country trying to make things difficult for my West Realm Buddhism?"
These words directly dumbfounded Dominic Su.
If not for fearing the power of Buddhism, Dominic Su would have chopped this arrogant bald head alive right on the spot.
Too fucking arrogant!
Even if your West Realm Buddhism is very powerful, this is the Heavenly Martial Empire after all. No matter how arrogant your Buddhism is, you shouldn't be so presumptuous here.
Dominic Su was extremely angry.
But he still had to pacify them with kind words.
Finally, the monk told Dominic Su that eminent monks of Buddhism would come again to demand the detained Buddhist monks and to debate Buddhist Dharma with the Heavenly Martial Empire.
Dominic Su knew the severity of the matter, so the next day he came to Cloud-Drifting Mountain and told Quinn Ye about it.
After hearing it, Quinn Ye's heart was filled with regret.
He wished he could slap his own mouth.
What is this?
If he hadn't spouted some nonsense about Great Vehicle Buddhism to that Monk Hugo, these monks wouldn't have stayed here.
And what's happening now wouldn't have happened.
Now it's great.
The people from Buddhism really came to ask for people. And they want to debate Dharma.
No matter how you look at it, they come with ill intent.
"Uh, Your Majesty, this matter actually doesn't have much to do with me..."
"At most, there is a tiny bit of a relationship."
Quinn Ye said rather awkwardly.
Dominic Su, however, bowed solemnly to Quinn Ye.
"We know perfectly well that Young Master Ye is proficient in Buddhist principles. With people from Buddhism coming this time, we ask Young Master Ye to step forward and handle it. Otherwise, the dignity of my Heavenly Martial Empire will be completely trampled by West Realm Buddhism."
Quinn Ye felt a massive headache.
How would I know any Buddhist principles?
I'm not a monk.
Who can I reason with?
"How about I go persuade those monks at the foot of the mountain and tell them to go back quickly? Then Buddhism probably won't pursue this matter anymore."
Quinn Ye came up with this idea.
Dominic Su nodded: "Perhaps it's possible."
"Then I'll go find them right now."
After saying that, Quinn Ye hurriedly went down the mountain.
Not long after.
Quinn Ye arrived at The Shaolin Temple.
Looking at that huge temple plaque, the corners of Quinn Ye's mouth twitched.
This Hugo really hung up the name 'The Shaolin Temple'.
Seeming to have sensed Quinn Ye's arrival, Hugo immediately walked out with two monks.
"Holy Son!"
Hugo was very excited. He quickly came close and bowed deeply to Quinn Ye.
The two monks behind him were naturally the Song father and son (Void Sea and Void Bamboo).
In the entire Shaolin Temple, there were actually only Hugo and the Song father and son, a total of three monks.
"To have the Holy Son visit, this poor monk and his two disciples feel doubly honored. I wonder what orders the Holy Son has?"
Hugo said with a face full of excitement.
Quinn Ye had a crying face: "You don't know yet, people from your Buddhism are here."
Right then, Quinn Ye told the three of them what Dominic Su had said.
After hearing it, Hugo also fell into silence.
"I say, you guys should hurry up and go back to Buddhism, otherwise I'll be the one suffering a disaster," Quinn Ye persuaded.
But Hugo was seen shaking his head, his face full of determination.
"This little monk won't go back."
"What?"
"This little monk won't go back."
Quinn Ye: "..."
If you don't go back, what should I do?
In case people from Buddhism come knocking on my door, how am I supposed to deal with them? Do I really have to debate Buddhist Dharma with them?
Wouldn't that be making a fool of myself?
"Hugo, listen to me, cultivating anywhere is the same, there's no need to get tangled up in this."
"If you go back to Buddhism, you can still cultivate the Great Vehicle Buddhism I talked about."
"Moreover, by going back, you can also reduce the trouble for the Heavenly Martial Empire, which is equivalent to you establishing a great merit."
"Be obedient, be good, you better go back."
"I'm begging you, okay? Can you please go back?"
...
After pleading and coaxing, Quinn Ye was just short of kneeling down to Hugo.
But Hugo's will was incomparably firm.
He even felt that this was Quinn Ye deliberately testing him, wanting to see if his heart for cultivating Buddha was firm.
This left Quinn Ye completely helpless.
Out of options.
Quinn Ye could only sigh and return to the mountain.
"How did it go?"
Seeing Quinn Ye return, Dominic Su couldn't help but ask.
"Cough cough, I've said all the good words I could, but unfortunately, they won't listen."
"Alas, maybe this is just the charm of my Quinn Ye."
What does charm mean? Anyway, the others didn't quite understand.
"Then we can only ask Young Master Ye to step forward and deal with those people from Buddhism."
Dominic Su bowed again.
Quinn Ye's face was full of bitterness.
"Alright, I'll reluctantly give it a try."
"If I embarrass myself when the time comes, Your Majesty, you can't blame me."
Dominic Su was speechless for a while.
Who would dare to blame you?
I came here this trip to ask you to step forward, full of caution and apprehension, deeply afraid of making you unhappy.
Alas, being an Emperor is truly too difficult.
Dominic Su and Julian left.
Quinn Ye was still worrying about the Dharma debate that would arrive at an unknown time.
Finn Guo advised: "Master, why don't we just move house?"
Quinn Ye shook his head.
"We can't move this time. The monks at the foot of the mountain are all watching."
"Wherever we go, they will go."
Finn Guo thought about it and agreed.
Taking so many monks along, hiding anywhere would be very conspicuous.
"Forget it, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
Quinn Ye suddenly relaxed.
He had already figured it out.
When the time comes, if the people from Buddhism really come, isn't it just a Dharma debate?
I, Quinn Ye, might not know anything else, but don't I know how to spout nonsense (BS)?
That mysterious stuff of Buddhism, I'll just follow along and spout some deliberately mystifying nonsense.
And even if I can't out-argue them, that's normal too.
I'm not a monk anyway, this is very reasonable.
Thinking like this.
Hey, it really feels much more comfortable.
"Disciple, hurry up and cook, I'm starving to death."
"Okay!"
Finn Guo quickly finished cooking.
After the Master and disciple finished eating, Finn Guo took Big Fuzz down the mountain to walk the dog.
And Quinn Ye lay in the house taking an afternoon nap.
Finn Guo took Big Fuzz all the way to the market.
"It's Little Rascal!"
"Little Rascal is here!"
A group of little beggars gathered around.
These were all the companions Finn Guo used to beg with on the streets in the past.
Although Finn Guo now had a Master and lived a peaceful life, he hadn't forgotten them. He would often go down the mountain to visit and bring them some food.
"Stop calling me Little Rascal. My Master gave me a name; I'm called Finn Guo now."
Finn Guo said with some dissatisfaction.
He had said it several times already.
But these guys still called him Little Rascal.
"Okay, Brother Finn. We don't know what's wrong with Brother Dakang recently. He's been following a very strange guy all day, acting all crazy and mysterious. We're a bit worried about him."
A seven or eight-year-old beggar said with a worried face.