In a daze, his hands instinctively came together in a prayer pose.
His voice silently overlapped with the voice echoing in his mind:
"Amitabha."
Outside.
Wang Ba looked at the vague figure in front with folded hands, glanced at the Wu Monkey King, and raised an eyebrow:
"What kind of divine skill is this?"
The Wu Monkey King retracted its Three-headed and Six-armed Dharma Aspect, scratched its monkey-fur-covered nape, grinned and said:
"Forgot."
Wang Ba chuckled, not taking it to heart.
Bewitching magic powers are common in all sects, and it's normal for Buddhism to have such methods; even he holds the Yin's Great Dream Sutra.
However, since the Wu Monkey King consumed the fruit borne from the True Martial Incarnation's Primordial Fetus, though nothing else seemed unusual, its progress over the years was quite astonishing. Now, it's standing firmly at the peak of the Mid-stage of Unification. This is one of the reasons Wang Ba brought it along.
"Ask about the background."
