"What is the Buddha Lord doing in seclusion?"
"Calculating..." The Victorious Fighting Buddha, responsible for guarding the door, said calmly.
"Calculating?" The Buddhas were all puzzled; fortune-telling used to be the job of the Future Buddha. The Buddha Lord suddenly acted against the Future Buddha unexpectedly, leaving many unable to respond for a while.
Indeed, they possess the Dao Fruit of future space-time; the Lord can predict the future.
"It's a real grievance for someone of your stature to guard as a protector." Several Buddhas flattered with smiles.
"If you think I'm unfit for the task, you can guard it together." The Victorious Fighting Buddha responded coldly.
"No, no, no!" All the Buddhas waved their hands repeatedly.
The Victorious Fighting Buddha did not bother to deal with them.
He recalled the conversation with the Buddha Lord yesterday.
