"I've been wronged~" cried the Earth God.
Following his wail, he began to explain: "The superior immortal might not know this, but it's not that I'm indifferent to the people. I'm just powerless."
Ah, the wicked ones--every year, they donated a huge amount of money to the Guanyin Zen Monastery. Therefore, they are enveloped by Buddha's light."
"Even that ranger has laid down his butcher knife and converted to Buddhism. As an insignificant deity, I really can't do anything against these people."
As he spoke...
The Earth God kept sighing.
Though he was slightly better off than the secluded Earth Gods of Black Wind Mountain and Azure Dragon Mountain, the presence of the Guanyin Zen Monastery wasn't doing him any favors.
After listening to these words...
Xuanqing's eyes narrowed.
He had been worrying about how to deal with Guanyin Zen Monastery. And now, he heard such news—it was as if someone had delivered a pillow to him as he fell asleep.