"Amitabha, Little Master Ancestor, your mission has just started. The real strong ones are arriving tonight!"
Abbot Hui Jue clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra.
Shi Buddha furrowed his brows: "What kind of strong ones? Even the old monk is alarmed."
The Abbot revealed a hint of a smile: "By then, Little Master Ancestor will know. I fear that there are masters hidden among the patrons even now."
Shi Buddha stayed silent, but a trace of heaviness appeared on his face.
Originally, he thought his task would be complete once the Golden Ancient Coffin was delivered to Shaolin.
Unexpectedly, the real hidden masters have not appeared yet, and they are targeting Shaolin.
If they can even disturb the "old monk" he mentioned, those coming must be among the top figures in the Divine Land.
At the thought of those people, Shi Buddha couldn't help but take a deep breath.
He, who feared nothing before except Ye Chenfeng, now acted timidly.
People do change over time.
