He Zhao had a "smooth trip" the whole way, circling around Shangyang City several times, avoiding every camera along the route and changing his appearance a few times while he was at it. After messing around until the latter half of the night, he finally returned to Shuxiang Yajuan.
If even that let Bufa Temple's Family Branch, Wolf Mountain Temple, Baoguang Temple, and the others find him, he would never admit it. At most, he would use the Great Rewind Method and stop getting involved in their rotten mess.
Oh, the senior and junior brothers from Wolf Mountain Temple still had to die. After all, the two of them knew his identity. He could not let the tiger return to the mountain and stir up a citywide storm, making him famous under heaven.
In the living room, he sat cross-legged on the sofa, took apart the string of Kapala Spirit Bone Prayer Beads around his neck, threw away one brown fake bead, and threaded on the white prayer bead carved with Sanskrit [] that he had snatched from the Buddhist Exhibition Hall.
"It's only been two days, and I already have two. I believe it won't be long before the white beads on it become three, four, five. All the way until there are one hundred and eight."
The sky had not brightened yet, so it did not count as daydreaming.
"Sleep."
He got up and walked into the bedroom, lay down on the soft mattress, and drifted into dreamland.
Before closing his eyes, he deliberately tapped his temple and activated Buddha Chanting Sound.
"As I have heard."
With his body and mind relaxed, he had a wonderful sleep.
The next day, he woke up feeling refreshed.
The first thing he did after opening his eyes was skillfully pick up