"Buddhism and Taoism have been contending endlessly, and to this day, the superior cannot be determined."
"Then today, shall we stop at a touch? Decades of contention have never settled a victor."
West Sea.
Temple of the Gods and Buddhas.
A white-haired man stood in the center of the great hall, facing a black-haired man, sharing a smile.
Their joined hands slowly parted.
"Why do I not see your Golden Boy and Jade Girl?" The black-haired man asked with a smile, hands clasped behind his back. "Every time I visit the West Sea, it is them who are responsible for reception. Yet today, I did not encounter them."
"Demon, you grieve me." The West Sea God and Buddha touched his chest, sighing with helplessness. "The past is past, and yet you insist on reopening my wounds, and pressing on them."
The Golden Boy and Jade Girl were his most favored disciples.
