Chapter 17, On the Tao Concluded
Far away, the Golden Spirit Saint Mother’s eyes lit up, and she whispered, "Sister, didn’t those brothers from the West treat us just the same before?"
Wudang Saint nodded slightly, smiling as she spoke to Bai Jin, "Now this is what’s called, ’Using their own methods against them.’"
Under the big tree, Zhunti’s eyes brightened, and he couldn’t help but say, "Such comprehension! Brother, are you selling this disciple? I’ll offer three Innate Spiritual Treasures."
The Three Pure Ones all looked at Zhunti disapprovingly.
Jieyin quickly said, "Junior brother loves to joke, please excuse him, Senior Brothers."
Zhunti also hurriedly chuckled, "Indeed, just joking, all in jest."
On the grass, Pharmacist bowed and said, "Brother is right, my mind is filled with clutter, and I can no longer accept brother’s Tao." Then he sat down cross-legged on the ground.
In other places, Pharmacist wouldn’t have given up so easily—after all, lip-service and sophistry are what the West excels at.
But now, in front of all the masters and mentors here, no one dared to play such clever tricks. Just like the previous disciples from Upper Pure Peak, a loss was a loss, and no disorderly behavior was tolerated.
Bai Jin looked at Mahasthamaprapta and Ksitigarbha and asked, "Which of you will go?"