"The Book of Life and Death of the Ten Kings of Hell has several more pages with annotations for 'Rebirth in the Pure Land'."
Finally, ripples appeared in Laozi's teacup.
These secrets are not even known to the Heavenly Court's Intelligence Division. This Gu Xuan... is indeed a variable, just as Yuanshi said.
Speaking of which...
Gu Xuan then pushed the three teacups aside, creating a three-way standoff.
"Therefore, the three forces of Chan Sect, Jie Sect, and Western Sect appear to be on good terms and greet each other with smiles when they meet."
"But behind the scenes, they are constantly making underhanded moves in order to compete for immortal opportunities and spiritual lands."
"With its orthodox doctrines and powerful connections, the Chan Sect occupies many advantageous spiritual lands in the Immortal Realm and has cultivated many outstanding disciples; the Jie Sect, on the other hand, has widely accepted all kinds of beings as disciples and its power has grown rapidly, which naturally aroused the vigilance of the Chan Sect."
"Both sides are secretly vying for power, each trying to suppress the other and expand their own influence."
"The Western Religion, on the other hand, harbors even greater ambitions. Taking advantage of the chaos in the Immortal Realm, it has been constantly infiltrating, attempting to gain a share of the pie in the Immortal Realm."
"In particular, the differences in doctrines between the Chan and Jie sects have led to increasing conflicts between their disciples and leaders."
A sharp glint flashed in Gu Xuan's eyes as he said decisively, "I dare say that sooner or later, a battle will erupt between the two of us, a battle where it's either you die or I perish!"
Laozi nodded slightly, secretly admiring Gu Xuan's keen insight.
He was well aware of the conflict between the Chan and Jie schools.
The doctrinal differences between these two sects are like a chasm, seemingly insurmountable.
Over the years, the disciples of both sides have clashed repeatedly under various circumstances.
The resentment grew deeper and deeper.
A major battle seems imminent and cannot be delayed.
Perhaps it's because I've been talking so much that my throat is dry.
Gu Xuan tilted his head back and drank the third cup of tea, letting the tea drip down his chin.
This is a top-grade Enlightenment Tea that countless cultivators would envy, but to him it was just the leftover broth from when Jiang Qingqing used it to make tea eggs.
The mountains of spiritual plants piled up in the system space had long since desensitized him to these "heavenly treasures".
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