"Master!"
A shout rang out from Mount Sumeru. Whether they were the powerful figures of the Mystic Gate or the Bodhisattvas and Ancient Buddhas of All Heavens, all turned to look. It was a young monk who looked quite Buddha-like, with kind brows and benevolent eyes, ears hanging to his shoulders, and ordination scars atop his bald head.
This was Hua Hua, Ye Fan's disciple. He looked simple and honest, like a straightforward young man, carrying quite the air of Buddhism.
"Master, you're back! Your precious disciple missed you to death."
The moment Hua Hua opened his mouth, he immediately ruined his honest appearance. "Sigh, Master, you ruined my grand imperial ambitions. If you'd come a few decades later, I'd have abducted every female Bodhisattva on this mountain and left the remaining monks to cry."
"This..."
The crowd was left speechless. Neither those from the Mystic Gate nor the Buddhist Sect had expected such a scene. At this moment, everyone felt that this little monk would be better off mute.
"You..."
Ye Fan was briefly rendered speechless as well. After examining Hua Hua carefully, he was deeply astonished. This boy looked exactly like the Ancient Buddha Ye Fan had encountered by chance on Mount Sumeru back then. If he stood quietly to one side without speaking, he truly carried the bearing of an eminent Buddhist monk.
"You brat, what exactly is going on..."
With a smack, Ye Fan slapped the back of his head.
"Master, this is why I was fine..."
Light flashed across Hua Hua's forehead, and a Buddha Crown Bone fell out. It was plain and unadorned, with some cracks and holes on its surface, yet it emanated a Buddhist Dao rhythm.
This was Shakyamuni's skullcap, a piece of skull left behind in the mortal world when he