Chapter 771

Hearing the first half of the praise, Amitabha is naturally overjoyed.

But the second half makes him very angry.

Yet on the surface, he remains in a humble posture.

"I am just a wandering ascetic."

"I only heard that there were a few people here discussing the Dao, and I felt inspired to come and visit; I wonder if I could participate?"

After speaking, Amitabha's gaze constantly shifts among Sun Wukong and the others.

After a moment of silence, Sun Wukong immediately reveals a smile.

"Please!"

Seeing this, Amitabha takes out a meditation cushion and sits down cross-legged.

Sun Wukong and the others immediately enter their state, stating some of the difficulties they have encountered.

At this time, Amitabha does not realize there is any problem, explaining them one by one and taking the opportunity to instill Western concepts.

Sun Wukong and the others, having been prepared for a long time, naturally reject these Western words.

Through the Dao explained by Amitabha, they gain a deeper understanding of themselves, the vast Primordial World, and the so-called Dao.

Especially Sun Wukong, who already feels his bottleneck loosening.

Continuing to study the Battle Heaven Technique, he seems to understand what is taught even better and has gained new insights.

"Haha, the old senior is worthy of being an old senior."

"This Great Sage has just gained something; why don't you come outside with me to show off our skills?"

Hearing this, Amitabha has no doubts, his face carrying a smile.

Having gained something, showing it off is only natural.

So he nods and follows them to an open space at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing that this is indeed a suitable place to display their skills, he flicks the whisk in his hand, quite wanting to see Sun Wukong's methods.

Just then, Tianpeng suddenly walks over, points to the front, and says to Amitabha: "Old senior, look at that stone."

Amitabha focuses his gaze, puzzled in his heart.

"Could it be that they want to use that stone to demonstrate? That's somewhat interesting."

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong, standing behind, takes out the Ruyi Jingu Bang, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Clang!!"

He swings the staff down, and they hear a crisp echo.

It reverberates back and forth in the open space.

Looking at the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand, Sun Wukong is a bit surprised; he didn't expect Amitabha's head to be so hard.

This muffled blow seems to have had no effect.

But then, Jin Chanzi and the others also attack simultaneously, launching offensives from all directions.

Amitabha, who didn't react in time, suffers several magical attacks and is submerged within them.

This makes Amitabha feel very surprised, even forgetting to counterattack.

After a round of bombardment, when the dust settles, Amitabha is seen with his Daoist robes in tatters and his face charred black.

"You are all presumptuous!!"

Amitabha is somewhat angry, not expecting to be humiliated by being ganged up on.

But he really doesn't understand why Sun Wukong and the others would do this, so he suppresses his anger.

He points at Sun Wukong and questions: "Great Sage Sun, I came with sincerity; why do you treat me like this?"

Seeing that Amitabha is still putting on an act, Sun Wukong raises the corners of his mouth.

"Hehe!"

"It seems you bald donkey still haven't woken up; take this!"

As he speaks, Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang has already greeted him.

Not only that, Jin Chanzi and the others also attack one after another, with several magical forces surrounding him again.

Hearing the words "bald donkey," Amitabha finally understands.