After softly chanting the Buddha's name, Kongwen signaled Diyi to continue.
He doesn't care about the Zhenwu Army or not. Although the Zhenwu Army is strong, he still doesn't take it seriously.
The only person he cares about is Indra.
To be precise, what he cared about was the means in Indra's hands that could cultivate a large number of powerful people in the Venerable Realm.
If this horrific method cannot be controlled in one's own hands, it must be destroyed.
Western Regions, Lingshan.
Tang Sanzang looked at the chessboard in front of him with a serious face. In his hand, he held a black chess piece, not knowing where to put it.
"Hey, Dizang, do you know how to play chess?"
Looking at the scattered chess pieces on the board, Mahakali rubbed his forehead with a headache, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Don't bother me, can't you see I'm thinking?"
As if somewhat dissatisfied with Mahārāja’s interruption of his thoughts, Tang Sanzang glared at Mahārāja hatefully and continued to stare at the chessboard in a daze.
“Bang!”
Without hesitation, he crushed the chess piece he had been holding for a long time. Mahakali looked at Tang Sanzang with a hint of helplessness and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't beat around the bush with me."
“Bang!”
"You should have said it earlier. If I had known you were so easy to talk to, I wouldn't have played chess with you for so long."
Tang Sanzang also crushed the chess piece in his hand without hesitation, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Playing chess is not something that ordinary people can play. It’s so tiring!
“…”
Looking at Tang Sanzang who was obviously relieved, Mahakala was speechless.
Is there something wrong with this old guy's possession? Why does he seem to have become much dumber than before?
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