"The late emperor had no attachment to the mortal world, and he only had a dozen years left in his life; so what would he leave his useless body for?" the Monk Duhai shot back. "If his body could be used by the Immortal for hundreds of years more, the great goal of the Immortal might have already been achieved and everybody would have been blessed. What was wrong with the Immortal's idea?"
It was meaningless to argue about whose idea was correct; Jing Jiu seldom talked about differences of ideas or passed any judgment on them.
The Emperor didn't bother arguing with Monk Duhai. "Were you a young monk serving him back then?" the Emperor asked him.
The Monk Duhai let out a mocking smile, as he said, "Those big brothers who served the Immortal were all killed by you people; and the purging at the temple went on for thirty years. If I had served the Immortal, do you really think I would still be alive?"