Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 143 Do gods really exist?
Anzhi slowly opened her eyes. In that instant, she seemed to see a holy light. In the light, Guanyin Bodhisattva stood quietly, with a solemn and dignified appearance. Tuantuan was right beside her, and her compassionate gaze fell on Anzhi.

"Bodhisattva!" Anzhi was stunned. She couldn't believe her eyes. Tuantuan also lay down next to the Bodhisattva, which was as still as a sculpture.

The Bodhisattva's face was kind and gentle, as if she could see through all the suffering in the world. The Bodhisattva nodded slightly, and a soft light shone from her hand. Anzhi watched nervously, his heart filled with anticipation.

“Anzhi, I have been waiting for you here for fifty years.” The Bodhisattva revealed the mystery as soon as he spoke.

An Zhi was stunned. It turned out that what the old village chief Yang Daiwu of Huanglongxi Village had said was true. She really was the destined person he had been waiting for for fifty years. He murmured in disbelief, "Really, really a Bodhisattva?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva smiled gently, and her ethereal voice rang out again: "Anzhi, I know your past and present lives in full. In your previous life, you were kind and filial, and you planted good seeds. Although you have experienced hardships in this life, this is a test of fate."

Anzhi listened quietly to the Bodhisattva's words, her heart filled with endless emotion. She had never imagined that her past and present lives were known to the Bodhisattva, and she could hardly believe that her fate was truly predetermined...

“You should cherish this connection, be kind, and move forward bravely. No matter how rugged the road ahead may be, you must maintain a kind heart.” The Bodhisattva’s voice was full of compassion and strength: “Before, I tested you. Not only did you send me home, but you also remained kind and held firm to your principles even when faced with difficulties. Even when this iron-eating beast was killed, you still did not betray your good intentions. This shows that good karma has been deeply planted. Very good, very good.”

Tears welled in Anzhi's eyes as the hardships of his life flashed before his eyes. He knelt down and kowtowed once more: "Bodhisattva, have mercy! Anzhi lost both parents at a young age and grew up relying on the kindness of others. Later, he became a disciple of the Three Pure Ones, but his life has been full of hardships..."

It is said that Bodhisattvas are saviors of suffering and distress. Anzhi grasped at this straw, eager to know how her future fate would be arranged and whether it would still be so terrible.
The Bodhisattva smiled and nodded, her gentle yet powerful voice echoing in the air: "Anzhi, do not be afraid, move forward bravely, your kindness and courage will pave the way for you."

After saying this, Guanyin Bodhisattva gently waved the willow branch in her hand and sprinkled a few drops of sweet dew. The sweet dew fell like dazzling starlight and sprinkled on Tuantuan, who was lying to the side.

A miracle happened. Tuantuan, who had been lying lifelessly beside the Bodhisattva, blinked her dark, round eyes, then rolled over and fell directly from the bottom of the steps to the ground. She then staggered and ran quickly toward Anzhi.

"Mummy, Mummy."

Anzhi was overjoyed and tears welled up in her eyes. She hugged Tuantuan tightly, saying, "Tuantuan, Tuantuanbao."

Anzhi carefully held Tuantuan in her arms, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, but tears still welled up in her eyes. She gently stroked Tuantuan's fur, feeling its warmth and softness.

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at Anzhi and said in a clear and solemn voice: "Anzhi, you are the chosen one. In three years, the demon army will arrive and the land of Bashu will be plunged into a great crisis. You bear a heavy responsibility and need to constantly hone yourself."

Upon hearing this, Anzhi was both shocked and terrified. She had never imagined that she would be the chosen one, bearing such a weighty mission. With a trembling voice, she asked, "Bodhisattva, I... can I really do it?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva nodded slightly: "You have a kind heart, a brave spirit, and a deep affinity with this iron-eating beast. I believe you can do it."

Anzhi hugged Tuantuan tightly, a strong sense of responsibility welling up in his heart: "Don't worry, Bodhisattva."

Guanyin Bodhisattva smiled and nodded.

Anzhi stood still, gazing resolutely into the distance. She knew that from this moment on, her life would undergo earth-shattering changes, and she had to bravely face all the challenges.

The figure of Guanyin Bodhisattva gradually dissipated, merging into the void like brilliant starlight.

After a moment, her gaze slowly fell on the Guanyin statue in front of her, which radiated a holy light under the sunlight.

Holding Tuantuan, Anzhi slowly walked to the Guanyin statue, knelt down devoutly, and kowtowed again.

A tranquil atmosphere permeated the Guanyin Temple, as if giving Anzhi strength and courage. She stood up, looking at Tuantuan in her arms, her eyes filled with determination. Suddenly, the ethereal voice of Guanyin Bodhisattva rang out again: "The bamboo slip you found in Huanglongxi Village can take you smoothly to Qingzhu Xiaozhu, the place where I cultivated. Just find the hermit cultivator; the ferry at the crossing is for mortals."

Hearing the Bodhisattva's guidance, Anzhi said excitedly, "Thank you, Bodhisattva. Anzhi will definitely work hard."

Another three-year promise with fate.

Holding Tuantuan in her arms, Anzhi walked out of the Guanyin Temple with somewhat slow steps, still filled with shock. She couldn't believe that she had actually encountered a deity; it all seemed like an unbelievable dream.

To confirm the authenticity of everything, Anzhi turned around and went to the Guanyin Bodhisattva statue again, lit three incense sticks, and knelt respectfully in front of the statue. The smoke rose and filled the temple, and Anzhi looked devout.

After finishing his prayers, Anzhi picked up Tuantuan and turned to leave the Guanyin Temple.

Anzhi carried Tuantuan back to Muyun Ferry, only to find that everyone had already boarded the boat.

Some of them carried backpacks, while others were empty-handed. Each of them wore a different expression, some expectant, some anxious, and some excited. Anzhi was the one who was most expectant.

"Young lady, you were crying so hard just now, did you find that family?" The boatman's words seemed to carry a hint of amusement: "Hehe, there's only one Guanyin Temple around here."

Anzhi was a little excited and kept stroking the little dumpling in his arms, asking, "How long did it take to build that Guanyin Temple?"

After putting on his straw hat and pondering for a moment, the boatman said, "I don't know. This temple existed when my great-great-grandfather started ferrying people. Legend has it that the Shunan Bamboo Sea is where Guanyin Bodhisattva practiced. It is very efficacious."

"Oh." Anzhi nodded after hearing this, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the Guanyin Temple again.

"Hurry up and get on the boat, we're about to set sail." The boatman said and started rowing.

An Zhi waved her hands repeatedly: "Oh, no, no, you guys go ahead, I, I..."

"Hey, young lady, how are you going to get to the other side if you don't get on the boat?" the boatman said, somewhat puzzled.

Anzhi took out the bamboo stick with a crane engraved on it that he had gotten in Huanglongxi Village and put it into the water.

The moment the bamboo skewer touches the water, it immediately begins to grow larger and longer, transforming into a sturdy bamboo raft in the blink of an eye.

Anzhi was overjoyed. She picked up Tuantuan and carefully stepped onto the bamboo raft. The raft floated steadily on the water, as if it were a river-crossing tool tailor-made for her.

Anzhi waved the bamboo pole in his hand, and the bamboo raft slowly left the ferry and headed towards the opposite bank.

The others looked on in surprise, whispering amongst themselves as if trying to express something.

"Tuantuan, don't move, Mommy isn't very good at rowing."

Tuantuan clung nervously to the top of the bamboo raft, as if afraid that the slightest movement would cause her to fall into the river.

A gentle breeze brushed against Anzhi's face, bringing a touch of coolness. Gazing at the distant bamboo forest, her heart was filled with anticipation for the future. She forcefully pushed the bamboo pole away from the bank...