From those crystalline, smooth, multicolored beads, Qin Fengming could clearly sense some strange aura energy contained within them, yet he could not sense the slightest trace of Heaven and Earth laws from that aura.
This was entirely in accord with what the ancient texts recorded. Buddhist relics truly were not something outsiders could lay claim to.
Just as Qin Fengming cried out in surprise, the tall monk had already stepped into the cave chamber. Without the slightest pause, he went straight to his knees before the stone platform.
After chanting a Buddhist invocation and repeatedly kowtowing with utmost piety, he did not rise. Instead, he sat cross-legged directly on the stone floor.
With a flip of his hand, a wooden fish used by Buddhist cultivators while reciting scriptures appeared before him. He extended his left hand and formed a hand seal, while his right hand gripped a short mallet and began striking it.
A series of obscure Buddhist texts resounded through the cave chamber, and a difficult-to-describe aura suddenly spread throughout the place.
Standing behind the monk, Qin Fengming felt his mind suddenly enveloped by a flood of Sanskrit sounds as the monk's chanting surrounded him. His thoughts went blank, and a strange sensation abruptly invaded his mind, as though he were about to kneel and prostrate himself on the ground.
Within this strange artistic conception, it seemed that only kneeling would bring peace to his mind.
Qin Fengming did not kneel. Just as his body swayed slightly, the two Profound Soul spiritual bodies within him, which had been sitting in meditation with their eyes closed, suddenly opened their eyes. A vast divine sense surged forth, and his mind instantly cleared.
When the tall monk, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly saw Qin Fengming's dull gaze become