In the future, Earth becomes a relic of the mythical era.

Chapter 78 May you always drink the nectar, and be pure and free.
Even his surroundings were changing rapidly.

Where is the Guanyin Temple now?

Chaos churned, and purple mist swirled.

Auspicious clouds float in the sky, and golden flowers bloom everywhere.

The emperor sat high, his imposing figure visible but his body unseen.

All the celestial beings, Buddhas, dragons, and gods paid homage, amidst waves of auspicious light and mist.

The Great Emperor preaching the scriptures!
There it is again!

Just as I expected, the trigger for the opening of the scripture-telling diagram was the ancient divine statue!

Beneath the Emperor's majestic figure, amidst the myriad celestial beings, Buddhas, dragons, and gods, auspicious clouds and golden flowers bloomed.

There is a white-clad Jurchen woman wearing a lotus crown and a hood, with a halo behind her and holding a jade bottle.

Pure and immaculate, the great sage and the compassionate.

He opened his mouth slightly and began to preach to the gods.

Heavenly sounds resounded, illuminating the world with great light.

Flowers are falling from the sky and golden lotuses are emerging from the ground.

"Great Emperor, please listen carefully, I have the Great Compassion Mantra."

"Now I wish to speak, for the sake of all sentient beings to attain peace and happiness, to eradicate all evil karma..."

"Throughout the three thousand great worlds, all who hear this mantra of mine will be freed from suffering..."

"If when I come, all sentient beings will find peace and happiness, and I will immediately be endowed with a thousand hands and a thousand eyes..."

"With a thousand eyes, one can see the suffering of all beings; with a thousand hands, one can protect their happiness..."

This time, however, it was not the Great Emperor preaching, but this Jurchen woman who was speaking.

As the sound subsided, golden light suddenly shone in all directions, and the heavens trembled with a thunderous roar.

The Jurchens also gave birth to a thousand heads, a thousand arms, and a thousand eyes, each wielding a precious weapon, staff, bottle, pearl, and so on.

The treasure is solemn.

Xie Lingxin listened in a daze, and suddenly felt an indescribable joy.

Then, he vaguely saw the Thousand-Hand Guanyin's gaze lowered, as if it were falling on him.

A solemn chant resounded: "I bestow upon you a pure vase, may you always drink the nectar, be pure and free, and be liberated from all suffering."

"boom!!"

Again!
Xie Lingxin felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and her mind was shaken.

When I opened my eyes, I was once again in a Buddhist temple, with the fragrance of sandalwood wafting through the air.

The Guanyin statue in the hall is still dilapidated and old.

it is as expected!
Statue of Lei Zu, portrait of Xuanyuan, Thousand-Hand Guanyin...

Every time he sees these so-called ancient legendary treasures and statues of gods, the Great Emperor's Sutra-Speaking Diagram will open.

Therefore, whether or not the Great Emperor's sutra diagram can be opened has nothing to do with him.

The real catalyst is these idols.

My head is still buzzing.

I was both shocked by the sight and overwhelmed by the immense surprise.

Cleansing the vase!
Guanyin... or rather, the Guanyin in the picture, gave me the method for making the jade bottle!
"Namo Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva."

Just as I was overjoyed, I heard a Buddhist chant.

"Is the believer feeling unwell?"

It turned out to be an old monk sitting under the curtain.

Xie Lingxin came to her senses: "Oh, it's nothing. I was just momentarily distracted by the solemnity of the Buddha statue. Thank you for your concern, Master."

"The Bodhisattva's precious appearance is one of great holiness and compassion, possessing boundless majestic power."

"In all these years, this is the first person who has been able to feel the solemnity of the Bodhisattva's appearance so deeply."

"How rare! How wonderful!"

The old monk looked to be at least seventy or eighty years old, with an extremely ancient appearance, thin as a rake, and cloudy eyes.

He gazed at Xie Lingxin with a meaningful look at that moment.

Xie Lingxin felt as if his cloudy eyes could see right through her.

He couldn't help but chuckle dryly, without saying a word.

"This old monk, Shuiyue, greets the faithful."

The old monk withdrew his gaze and smiled, "In my opinion, the believer probably didn't come here specifically to worship Buddha, did he?"

Xie Lingxin hesitated slightly before stating her purpose directly.

"Oh?"

The old monk heard that what he wanted was the incense ash from the incense burner in the hall.

"Is the young believer drawing talismans or refining magical artifacts?"

Xie Lingxin was a cultivator; he could tell at a glance.

The incense ash in this hall contains incense smoke, which is a good material for drawing talismans and refining treasures; it's no secret that it's not a secret.

Many people came to ask for it.

Although Xie Lingxin was unsure, she was prepared. The Federation had reached a point of extreme prosperity in both technology and cultivation; how many secrets could possibly remain?

If you treat everyone else as fools, you'll easily become a fool yourself.

Before Xie Lingxin could answer, the old monk said apologetically, "I have spoken too much. I just did not expect that you, little believer, would be such a master at such a young age."

For some reason, Xie Lingxin felt inexplicably intimidated by the old monk and dared not say much to him, fearing that she might say something wrong.

He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his hands together. "Then... Master Shuiyue, what about this incense ash?"

The old monk chuckled and said, "If a believer has a karmic connection with Buddhism, this old monk will not refuse them."

Xie Lingxin was overjoyed: "Master is truly compassionate..."

Before she could finish speaking, a hand was already extended in front of Xie Lingxin: "Thank you, ten-year incense, 1 yuan per gram; hundred-year incense, 10 yuan per gram."

Xie Lingxin: "..."

"If that's not enough, our temple also has a thousand-year-old collection of incense, but that would be more expensive."

Xie Lingxin's eyes were lifeless: "Master, you just said that I have an affinity with Buddhism."

The old monk smiled and said, "You're being too attached. This is the Kyushu Federation, where humanity is flourishing, a prosperity unprecedented in history. There are no gods or Buddhas here. Listen to my advice, believe in science, don't be superstitious."

Xie Lingxin opened her mouth, looked at the Bodhisattva statue above, and then looked at him: "...Master, there are gods watching from above. Is it appropriate for you to say this in front of the Bodhisattva?"

The old monk smiled and said, "The Bodhisattva is compassionate and won't blame you. If she blames you, she's not compassionate, and she wouldn't be a Bodhisattva. Then I don't need to worship her."

"..."

Xie Lingxin was speechless and could only give the old monk a thumbs up: "6"

The old monk chuckled, "You flatter me, you flatter me."

Was I praising you?! How awful!

"Master, can you give me a discount? You're a monk, for goodness' sake. It's not right for you to keep talking about money."

The old monk shook his head: "Bodhisattvas renounce the world and are detached from worldly affairs, but their disciples and grand-disciples still need to eat."

"Really, can't we have less?"

The old monk's Buddhist heart remained steadfast, as immovable as a diamond: "Not a penny less, not a penny less."

"Squeak, squeak..."

Xie Lingxin gritted her teeth: "I want one gram of the century-old one!"

"Please scan this QR code if you are a believer."

The old monk smiled, revealing his yellow teeth, and with a flick of his sleeve, a payment code appeared beneath his robe.

"..."

He gritted his teeth and swept 10 across the table. Soon after, a young monk came over with an alloy tube.

"Dear believer, here is some century-old incense ash. Thank you for your patronage. Please take it."

Xie Lingxin took the alloy tube, glared at the old monk, and turned to leave.

"Hehehe..."

The old monk Shuiyue watched him leave with a smile, stroking his white beard.

……

Xie Ling stormed out of the main hall.

Actually, being able to buy this thing with money is already considered lucky.

But the old monk's snobbish and greedy attitude, even more so than his own, was really unpleasant!

"Little heart!?"

Just as I stepped out of the main hall, I suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Liu Sanxian?"

As I turned around, I saw Liu Sanxian not far away.

There was another girl with him, whom he had seen before, I think her name was Li Yin.

"Hi, we meet again. Can we exchange contact information this time?"

Li Miaoyin still had her long hair tied up high, and wore heavy makeup, with a bewitching pink hue around her eyes and cheeks.

With a smile in her eyes, as bright as peach blossoms, she greeted Xie Lingxin.

Liu Sanxian glared at her: "Don't be so horny."

Then he asked Xie Lingxin, "What are you doing here?"

Xie Lingxin mumbled, "Oh, nothing to do, so I came to pay my respects."

Liu Sanxian looked at him with suspicion: "...Don't tell me you're a Buddhist."

"Why, can't it?"

"Cut~"

Liu Sanxian pursed his lips, not believing a word of it, but he didn't press the matter further.

As they were talking, Xie Lingxin suddenly heard another voice.

"Young master, I wish to see Master Shuiyue. Could you please inform him?"

The voice was completely unfamiliar, yet he felt a strange jolt in his heart.

　Asking for monthly ticket
　　
　
(End of this chapter)