"Amitabha Buddha..."
Upon hearing the words of the Medicine Buddha, Jiang Liu whispered a Buddhist chant and said, "Since it is Maitreya Buddha who is severely wounded and in critical condition, how could a few potions put me at ease? I should personally see the condition of Buddha before deciding!"
"Xuanzang, your primary task now is to embark on the Journey to the West for Scriptures, to attain the scriptures early and ferry sentient beings to the other shore. Beyond that, you should not be distracted by other matters!"
"So, leave Maitrea Buddha's situation to me! Just hand me a few potions!"
Regarding Jiang Liu's request to accompany him, the Medicine Buddha shook his head, indicating refusal.
The words of the venerable indeed made sense, but along the Westward Journey, Maitreya Buddha has always taken care of me. How could I be at ease without seeing for myself?" Shaking his head, Jiang Liu's expression was resolute.
