This Little Monk Isn't a Tomb Robber

Ten thousand rays of divine light, like a cascading waterfall of five colors, descended from the heavens.

A thousand auspicious colors rose from the treasure mountain, transforming into golden lotuses the size of bowls, neatly arranged before Jiang Chuan.

Then, illusory projections of the Four Great Divine Beasts—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—emerged and circled in the sky.

In this moment, it seemed as if the entire world was welcoming the arrival of Jiang Chuan, the Future Buddha Successor.

Dao Artifacts transformed into streams of light, shooting towards Jiang Chuan's location.

"The Future Star Venerable Buddha truly lives up to his name as the master of the future Buddha Gate!"

Jiang Chuan smiled, a smug look on his face. "Even I, the Future Buddha Successor, am receiving such a grand welcome!"

At the same time, Dao Artifacts flew to the front of Jiang Chuan.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a bold monk!" a dark green bamboo staff spoke first.

A small, eighteen-story pagoda exclaimed, "Indeed! Who doesn't know that Duobao has always considered it a disgrace that he didn't compete with his junior brother, the Future Star Venerable Buddha, to become the master of the future Buddha Gate."

"Do you think Duobao will simply destroy this little monk?" a blue alms bowl asked curiously.

"What?! The Duobao Tathagata Venerable Buddha is the senior brother of the Future Star Venerable Buddha, and they have bad blood over the position of the future Buddha Gate master?!"

Jiang Chuan felt as if struck by lightning, his face filled with disbelief.

Recovering his senses, Jiang Chuan felt cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

For the first time, he felt how close he was to death!

"It seems this kid probably doesn't know about this matter." A cyan seal flew to Jiang Chuan's head, seemingly appraising him.

"As the saying goes, ignorance is bliss. Besides, with Duobao's status, he wouldn't stoop to arguing with a junior in the Third Realm."

The Ghost Rain Sword spoke next, also flying over to join the fun.

"That's true. However, this little monk's strength is quite decent, reaching the Third Realm at this age."

A purple alchemy furnace, over three meters tall, flew before Jiang Chuan.

"Moreover, I sense the aura of more than one cultivation technique and divine ability from him."

"To reach the Third Realm at this age and cultivate his techniques and divine abilities to such a degree, he can indeed be considered a genius, albeit barely," a great axe with dark red patterns commented.

Jiang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha! This humble monk is Jiang Chuan from Bodhi Temple in the Qingyuan Realm. I wonder which senior is willing to form a contract with this humble monk?"

"Qingyuan Realm? Little monk, you're from the Qingyuan Realm."

Just then, a majestic and loud voice sounded from the treasure mountain.

In the next moment, under Jiang Chuan's gaze, dazzling golden light erupted from the treasure mountain.

It was like a celestial sun descending from the depths of the universe, illuminating the entire world.

A magnificent and vast aura, like an erupting volcano, swept across the heavens and earth.

"Doesn't the Great Sun Divine Bell usually slumber? Why has it appeared today?" the Ghost Rain Sword asked in confusion.

"Strange! How many Future Buddha Successors have come and gone, yet the Great Sun Divine Bell only appears for this little monk?" the cyan seal said slowly.

Under Jiang Chuan's gaze, a golden bell, as tall as a person, sliced through the sky and landed before him.

The bell was entirely golden, as if cast from pure gold, and shone brilliantly.

Upon it sat a snow-white rabbit with pitch-black eyes, like black gems, looking down at Jiang Chuan.

"To answer your question, senior, this humble monk is indeed from the Qingyuan Realm," Jiang Chuan replied.

"If you help me with one thing, will you contract with me?" the rabbit's words made Jiang Chuan's heart pound.

After all, this was a Legendary Dao Artifact!

"This humble monk is only in the Third Realm and has limited strength. I fear I might not be able to complete your request."

"This is a small matter. And I'm not in a hurry; you can help me complete it after cultivating for three to five years." the rabbit spoke again.

Three to five years?

With three to five years, he might live through a thousand years in his simulations.

By then, he, Jiang Chuan, might be able to punch Demon Clan Demon Emperors and kick the major sect leaders of the Qingyuan Realm.

"May I ask what you wish for this humble monk to accomplish, senior?"

"Help me find a few ancient era demons in the Northern Region."

"Senior."

"Hmm."

"This humble monk is not a grave robber."

"..."

Jiang Chuan felt that the rabbit before him was making things difficult for him.

Millions of years had passed from the ancient era to the present.

What is the concept of millions of years?

If one doesn't become an immortal or get refined into a Dao Artifact spirit, their very bones likely wouldn't remain.

Even if he were to go tomb raiding, he might not be able to find where the tomb was buried!

Therefore, in Jiang Chuan's opinion, the task the rabbit mentioned was simply impossible to complete.

A look of recollection appeared in the rabbit's shiny black eyes.

"I didn't ask you to go tomb raiding; I just wanted you to search for the whereabouts of my kin from back then."

"This humble monk can help, but I can't guarantee I'll definitely find them, as too much time has passed," Jiang Chuan promised.

The rabbit nodded. "It would be best if you found them, but I won't blame you if you don't. Just do your best."

"Alright."

Jiang Chuan readily agreed and then turned to look at the many Dao Artifacts.

"Are there any other seniors willing to form a contract with this humble monk?"

In the Warrior Monk Institute, Elder Jingyun's brows were tightly furrowed as he examined the pill formulas in his hand.

He put down the formulas and looked at Elder Jinghou.

"Are all these pill formulas truly written by Jiang Chuan?"

"That's right. If Senior Brother Jingyun doesn't believe it, he can ask Senior Brother Jingsha," Elder Jinghou replied.

Elder Jingyun asked doubtfully, "Jiang Chuan hasn't stepped out of Bodhi Temple a single time since he was sent here by the Jiang family when he was young. Where did he obtain these ancient pill formulas?"

"That's also something I'm curious about."

Elder Jinghou paused before continuing, "Although the Jiang family is a well-known clan in the Taicang Dynasty, they are not skilled in alchemy. Furthermore, no one from the Jiang family has visited our Bodhi Temple recently."

"Therefore, it's unlikely the Jiang family gave Jiang Chuan the formulas."

"If not the Jiang family, then who could it be?" Elder Jingyun rotated his prayer beads.

Elder Jinghou raised his eyes. "This question, I'm afraid, can only be answered by Jiang Chuan himself."

Elder Jingyun nodded, then left the Warrior Monk Institute with Elder Jinghou, flying towards the pavilion where Jiang Chuan and Jing Hui resided.

Jing Hui, who was meditating under the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, quickly got up upon seeing Elder Jingyun and Elder Jinghou arrive.

"Greetings, Elders Jingyun and Jinghou."

"Jing Hui, where is Jiang Chuan?" Elder Jingyun asked.

"Reporting to the elder, my junior disciple has been in seclusion on the second floor for a month," Jing Hui said respectfully.

"Jing Hui, call Jiang Chuan down. Tell him we need to see him," Elder Jinghou instructed.

"Yes, Eld-"

Clang!!!

Before Jing Hui could finish his sentence, a loud bell sound echoed from the pavilion.

The bell waves transformed into invisible ripples, spreading throughout Bodhi Temple in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, whether it was Abbot Kong Ming meditating in the main hall, Elder Kong Bei guarding the Arhat Hall, or the many monks cultivating, everyone heard this resounding bell!

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