A quarter of an hour later, Eleanor Clark looked somewhat innocently at Emily Thompson and Abraham Lincoln, “I forgot what I came here to do…”

Damn, is that even possible? She even forgot what she was selling—any salesperson like this would get fired by their boss in no time! Abraham Lincoln, who was sipping a cup of tea nearby, spat out a mouthful of water, coughed a few times, and stared at Eleanor Clark in utter disbelief.

Emily Thompson was also momentarily stunned, then burst out laughing, doubling over and completely disregarding his imperial image.

Fortunately, the monks and officials in the audience were still immersed in the shock of the Bodhisattva descending to the mortal world. Besides, earlier Abraham Lincoln had seen Eleanor Clark wave her hand, seemingly setting up a barrier in the hall. Judging by the audience’s reaction, they probably couldn’t hear what was being said on stage.

Other than having a rather abnormal body and knowing a bit of Buddhist magic, Abraham Lincoln really didn’t know any spells or the like. Of course, he wasn’t interested either. Just now, didn’t he send Henry Cooper flying with a single punch? It seemed that immortals, Buddhas, and monsters weren’t all that different.

“So embarrassing. If I’d known, I would’ve listened to the Buddha and written everything down first.” Eleanor Clark covered her face with both hands and called out to Henry Cooper under the rock, “Henry Cooper, Henry Cooper, are you still awake? Do you know what I came to the Tang Dynasty for?”

Of course, Henry Cooper wasn’t awake, so no one answered her.

“Oh well.” Eleanor Clark withdrew her gaze in disappointment, lowered her head, and tapped her two slender index fingers together, as if trying hard to remember her mission.

Abraham Lincoln rubbed his temples. How could the Bodhisattva Eleanor Clark be like this? This world is really strange!

Eleanor Clark traveled all the way here, sightseeing along the way, only to forget the Buddha’s mission. Can Bodhisattvas get amnesia too? She knew she was forgetful and still wanted someone to back her up—what’s with all the secrecy!

“Eleanor Clark sis, did you hear that I’m so handsome you traveled all this way to marry me? If that’s the case, I’ll give you the position of empress.” Emily Thompson looked at Eleanor Clark, raising his eyebrows as he spoke.

“Probably… not, right?” Eleanor Clark actually thought about it seriously, hesitated a bit, then suddenly pointed at Abraham Lincoln and said happily, “If it’s him, it might actually be possible.”

Abraham Lincoln turned his head away, suddenly wanting to zone out.

Emily Thompson’s expression turned cold. “He’s not acceptable!”

“Well, I just forgot what I came here for. If all else fails, I should at least do something, right? Maybe I really am supposed to marry him, and then spread Buddhism in your Tang Dynasty.” Eleanor Clark lowered her eyes and continued tapping her fingers as she spoke.

“I object!” Emily Thompson said firmly.

The person involved is right here—shouldn’t the decision be up to him? Abraham Lincoln really couldn’t listen to these two jokers any longer. He cleared his throat, stepped between them, pressed his palms together, and said, “Shouldn’t you at least ask me about who I’m supposed to marry?”

“Then will you marry me?” Eleanor Clark tugged on Abraham Lincoln’s sleeve, shaking it, her big eyes full of anticipation.

“No!” Emily Thompson mercilessly pushed Eleanor Clark’s hand away and stood in front of Abraham Lincoln.

“I wasn’t asking you. Why are you being so mean to me?” Eleanor Clark rubbed her teary eyes, looking very aggrieved.

Emily Thompson raised his eyebrows, his voice turning colder. “You came all this way to steal my man? That’s shameless.”

Eleanor Clark looked shocked and a bit strange, then said, feeling wronged, “You two actually… I…”

“Stop, stop, stop! How did the conversation end up about who I’m going to marry? Isn’t the main point what Eleanor Clark Bodhisattva actually came here for?” Abraham Lincoln interrupted them again. Marriage and the pilgrimage for scriptures are two different things! He took a deep breath and enunciated, “I am the monk, Tang! San! Zang!”

“I can actually hear you just fine,” Eleanor Clark muttered softly, pouting. “But, San Zang? That sounds so familiar, where have I heard it before?”

“I got it!” Eleanor Clark’s face lit up with joy.

Abraham Lincoln let out a sigh of relief. After all that hinting, she should remember now, right?

“It must be that the Buddha told me there’s a monk named San Zang in the Tang Dynasty who’s a good match, so he sent me here.” Eleanor Clark said happily.

Abraham Lincoln swayed, nearly falling over.

“What do you think of my Buddhist teachings?” Abraham Lincoln tried a different approach, planning to start with the difference between Mahayana and Hinayana Buddhism.

Eleanor Clark replied awkwardly, “I was just busy watching you and didn’t really hear what you said, but I’m sure it was great. Your voice is super soft and really nice to listen to.”

Abraham Lincoln “….” Does he really have to spell it out for her—that the Buddha sent her to the Tang Dynasty to find someone to fetch the scriptures from the West?

Just then, a mysterious flying object glowing with yellow light suddenly flew down from the sky, wobbling as it fell, and landed right in front of Emily Thompson, who caught it in his hand. As the light faded, it turned out to be a bright yellow silk scroll.

“This is a flying message from the Buddha. Maybe it’s a marriage proposal.” Eleanor Clark said with delight, staring intently at the scroll in Emily Thompson’s hand. Abraham Lincoln also leaned over curiously.

Emily Thompson unrolled the scroll, looked at the plump, round handwriting on it, and read aloud: “A gift to the ruler of the Tang, from the West comes wondrous scripture. The journey is one hundred and eight thousand li, Mahayana advances with diligence. This scripture, returned to the homeland, can surpass ghosts and stand out from the crowd. If there is one willing to go, seek the true fruit and golden body.”