"This humble monk is willing to go as well!"
"..."
"Amitabha!"
The old monk with long eyebrows chanted the Buddha's name and said, "The Fake Emperor's power has reached the Innate, a pinnacle in this world. Unless he dies, Buddhist Law cannot redeem him."
The monks nodded slightly; outwardly they showed contempt for Emperor Tai Shi, but in truth, a figure powerful enough to rule Cloud Continent was no ordinary soldier-monk's match.
"What does the Zen Master think?"
"Wait!"
The old monk said, "The Fake Emperor's obsession with the Immortal Path is nearly madness; let him be abandoned by all, lose the hearts of the people. Then we will call upon a Magic Treasure to slay him, thus intimidating the nations of Cloud Continent and subduing the populace."
A monk asked in confusion, "Zen Master, Cloud Continent is tens of thousands of miles away, is it worth using a Magic Treasure?"
