Master Wu Ya gestured towards a cypress wood, and the wood flew into his hand.
Once in his hand, the cypress wood became thin and short, eventually transforming into a fishing rod.
Zhou Xuan glanced at the rod and immediately understood, saying, "Zen Master, are you going to fish that Jiangyu Monk out?"
"You are perceptive, sir. However, even with the rod in hand, I still need a fishing line."
After Master Wu Ya spoke, he muttered under his breath,
and with his chanting, a faint black mist emerged from the heads of the thousands of monks in the Mahayana Temple, swirling towards Master Wu Ya.
"These young monks usually work for the 'Six Desires Zen,' whether they do good or ill, it's all under my junior brother's orders,
My junior brother gives the orders, which leads to karmic consequences. Entangled by karma, even if they swim to the deepest depths of the Sea of Bitter Tears, they cannot escape."
