The Bodhisattva smiled faintly, "I have known all along."
Ah?
Jiang Fan was startled, "When did you know that the Bodhi Tree is actually on me?"
The Bodhisattva said, "From the moment you took out the Soul-Suppressing Buddha Beads, I knew."
"That string of Soul-Suppressing Buddha Beads belonged to a Vajra from the Heavenly State a thousand years ago."
"He came to the Taicang State to assist us in resisting the Ancient Giants. After the great war ended, a temple from the Heavenly State came searching for him, saying he carried a Bodhi Seed with him."
"So, when you took out the Soul-Suppressing Buddha Beads, I realized that the Bodhi Tree you mentioned was nurtured from that Bodhi Seed."
"And it should indeed be in your possession."
Jiang Fan suddenly understood.
It turns out the Bodhi Tree was hidden within him, something the Bodhisattva had long known but chose not to reveal.
And he was simply playing along with Jiang Fan, giving him clues once a month as part of an act.
Speaking of which, the White Horse Temple hadn’t asked him about clues to locate the Bodhi Tree for the past month.
This indirectly shows that they weren’t very concerned about so-called clues.
Because they already knew where the Bodhi Tree was.
The White Horse Temple’s apprehension of Jiang Fan was solely because he could move the Connecting Sky Black Pillar.
Jiang Fan became even more puzzled, "Doesn’t the Bodhisattva want the Bodhi Tree?"
Having witnessed many of the Bodhisattva’s methods, he didn’t think that his former self could have stopped him from forcibly taking the Bodhi Tree.
The Bodhisattva replied calmly, "If it were ten years ago, I would have been confident in nurturing a Bodhisattva."
"Now, it’s too late."
Meditating and seeking enlightenment under the Bodhi Tree for ten years is required to successfully achieve enlightenment.
But with the catastrophe looming, time is simply insufficient.
Jiang Fan understood; initially, the Bodhisattva indeed desired the Bodhi Tree greatly.
But later, upon hearing from Tiange Shura that Ancient Giants would descend in three months, he abandoned the Bodhi Tree.
"Then, is this Bodhi Tree useless?" Jiang Fan asked.
He wasn’t really pained by it.
This Buddhist Divine Tree was never of much use to him.
He kept it solely to balance the White Horse Temple.
Now that the balance was gone, it was redundant to keep it with him.
The Bodhisattva said, "The karma in this world is indescribably wondrous."
"The Divine Tree that neither my White Horse Temple nor the Buddhist temples of the Heavenly State could find, you encountered."
"This is your destiny with this tree."
"Keep it by your side. One day, it might be useful to you."
Hearing this, Jiang Fan nodded lightly.
He dismissed the thought of discarding it, took a deep breath, and took out the "Prison Suppressing Soul Scripture," saying:
"Alright, let’s read this scripture together now."
The Six-Path Masters came over, their eyes lit up, "Oh my!"
"A black Buddhist scripture? Could this be the same scroll that the White Horse Temple and Jian Family have been searching for, for hundreds of years?"
"When did you get such a good thing, kid?"
"Let me take a look too, see what incredible texts it contains!"
Jiang Fan pushed away his old face with disdain.
"Stay away from me; your whole body reeks of chaotic thunder aura, it’s unbearable."
The Six-Path Masters blew their beard and glared, "I haven’t practiced the Thunder Dao Divine Power in ages."
"Where did the thunder aura come from?"
Hmm?
Jiang Fan paused for a moment; the Smell Jade in his mouth was still a thin piece, which was why he could smell the thunder aura.
But upon hearing the Six-Path Masters, he was surprised.
If the thunder aura wasn’t from the Six-Path Masters, then whose was it?
That Thunder Wing Middle-aged fellow had been obliterated, not even ashes remaining.
He pondered for a moment.
He lightly sniffed with his nose and suddenly frowned, looking toward the seabed.