Chapter 284 - 131 The Ultimate Divine Skill in the World, Traces of The Twenty-Four Generals_2
"You shouldn’t bother coming here for such trifles anymore,"
"Don’t claim to possess a pure and clear Buddhist heart if you still act like this."
"It’s been 60 years; don’t be like when you first came to the Central Plains, naively losing your purple-golden begging bowl and still having to pay that swindler."
"If it weren’t for Miss Gongsun’s kind heart, you would have been sold off."
The aged living Buddha paused, then brought his hands together in a gesture of prayer, a calm look in his eyes, and spoke softly,
"Miss Gongsun? This old Monk knows nothing of her."
"At such an old age, one tends to forget...,"
"Zu Wenyuan, you scruffy Taoist who can’t even defeat a bandit, could it be that you’re mistaken?"
Zu Wenyuan lowered his gaze and said nothing.
The Western Regions living Buddha scratched his head, his face once again wearing a bright smile, and said, "Well, there’s nothing to do about it. I’ve never drunk wine, otherwise, the number one in Mathematics could untie this complex knot for this old Monk. Such is the Red Dust of the mortal world, and so is this knot."
Clapping his hands, the monks and Taoists in the outer hall stopped in place. Suddenly, an object was drawn towards them, falling to the ground. It was a knot made of interwoven ropes, seemingly made of grass, yards long, and tied using various intricate methods into a chain, slowly interlocking.