The person was none other than the tool spirit of Persephone’s Folly Bridge-Shelly.
The old monk’s eyes widened suddenly as he looked at the lolita in red before him. He immediately jumped up and stuttered, “Great… F-Fairy Shelly?”
‘Uh-oh!’
Alex glanced twice at the lolita, Shelly, and thought, ‘Which part of hers is great?’
But then, he suddenly realized that those two people knew each other.
Shelly flaunted her seniority as she said, “Little Revealer, he’s someone chosen by Ksitigarbha. Even I have to follow him, so why aren’t you taking out the scripture? Could it be that you’ve forgotten your identity and don’t consider yourself a member of the Siddhartha realm after living in this small, ruined temple for a long time? Do you not care about Ksitigarbha anymore?”
Revealer Maha respectfully bowed to Shelly. “Maha dares not forget that.”
Shelly spoke with Revealer Maha telepathically. “Just give it to him then. Time is running out. Once the hope of the Siddhartha realm extinguishes completely, everything will come to nothing. Even Dairaionji Temple will be affected by then, let alone this small temple of yours. It would be impossible even if you want to return in one piece.”
“So, you are…”
“I’m his guardian.”
Maha was slightly uncertain as he asked, “Fairy, I can tell that he’s fated with the Buddha, but his six roots of perception are impure, and he’s full of tribulations of love affairs. How could Ksitigarbha choose such a person? Wouldn’t he taint Buddhism then? After all, Tantric Buddhism, Zen Buddhism, and the Land of Bliss have almost become a mess of love affairs. If he really goes up there, I’m afraid that Siddhartha realm will be turned upside down and become a paradise of pleasure.”
Shelly suddenly grew big, turning into a stunning beauty.
Alex was stunned by this. Shelly had really turned into the great Shelly.
What was even more outrageous was that Shelly later really knocked on Revealer Maha’s golden head, bruising his head.
The two of them whispered to each other, but Alex and the Mystic Maiden could not hear them.
When he said that, Alex and the Mystic Maiden became excited.
“What kind of opportunity?”
Seemingly reluctant, the old monk said, “Follow me, you guys.”
He ambled along. While walking, he shook his head as if this would allow him to hold onto that so-called opportunity for a little longer.
The interior space of the ruined temple was enormous. Alex and the Mystic Maiden were in the frame of mind to check it carefully because they were busy fighting earlier. Only then did they feel that it was far more magnificent than what they could see. After walking past the roundabout paths, they unexpectedly saw mountains and waters with heavy fog and immortal birds and spiritual beasts leaping and dancing in the air at the back.
It was just like a secret realm.
Finally, the old monk stopped in his tracks. A dozen meter tall golden Buddha statue was ahead, and he looked exactly the same as the old monk, radiating golden light and looking dignified. He closed his eyes with a faint smile upon his face.
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