"This old monk shall set off now."
The monk, as gaunt as a withered stick, gently nodded his head and then leisurely drifted away from the vast Cloud Sea on the lotus platform.
"As for you," the Present Buddha looked toward the future and said blandly, "as I've mentioned earlier, since you find it troublesome, you needn't worry about matters concerning the Ancestor God. Since there's nothing to do, head over to the Emperor of the North Pole and keep an eye on things. This will prevent Emperor Houtu from causing any further trouble."
"This..."
The Future Buddha secretly scoffed in his heart. It's not that the other party fears Houtu causing trouble; clearly, they are worried that I might sneakily stir the pot below, hence finding an excuse to send me away.
Forget it, let it be, young one, you must fend for yourself.
