"Amitabha! How virtuous, how virtuous!"
A gentle voice suddenly rang out. It sounded kind and familiar because it was authentic Jing City dialect, not the completely incomprehensible Tibetan language.
Qi Yue, lying on the ground, subconsciously turned his head at the sound. A young monk in robes stood five meters away from the group. There had been no footsteps before this; he seemed to have appeared there out of nowhere.
The young monk looked to be only a little over twenty. He was not particularly handsome, but his entire body exuded a harmonious beauty.
The young monk walked to Qi Yue's side and smiled faintly at Yan. "Benefactor, it is better to resolve enmity than to deepen it. Could you do this little monk a favor and let this matter pass?"
"My face? And who are you?"
Yan glanced at the monk who had suddenly appeared. He had roughly guessed his identity, but he did not particularly care.
Coming to this world was like a max-level god descending into a beginner's village. He had come with the relaxed mindset of a tourist. He did not need to give anyone the time of day and could do whatever he pleased, seeking only peace of mind.
"Buddha is compassionate. This little monk holds a certain position at the Potala Palace."
The young monk glanced at Yan. His gaze was calm, yet it naturally inspired goodwill and made it difficult for others to harbor evil thoughts. "Some things are best not done here. Buddha is compassionate."
"So you're saying you're a Living Buddha? Do you have a certificate?"
Yan looked the young monk over twice, then suddenly asked a question that struck at most people's blind spot. A Living Buddha Certificate was still a novelty in Yanhuang Nation.
Yanhuang had been founded for