Chengtian Hall.
In the square.
At this moment, all was silent.
Buddha-light and Daoist resonance flowed and turned.
Just then.
The old monk, his figure withered and gaunt, softly chanted a Buddhist invocation, his voice like an ancient bell, cleansing the hearts of men.
"Amitabha. This old monk is Ku Hai. Together with my disciples Jin Chan and Fen Deng, I have come specially to congratulate Great Xia's New Monarch on his ascension to the throne, and the Emperor and Empress on their Grand Wedding. May Your Majesty receive Heaven's radiant mandate and enjoy a long-enduring national destiny; may the Emperor and Empress be like luan and phoenix singing in harmony, of one heart for a thousand autumns."
As his words fell, he lightly raised his right hand, and the phantom of a Golden Lotus appeared in his palm.
In the lotus heart rested a glazed relic the size of a pigeon's egg, seven-colored in hue, its radiance contained within.
"This is the Seven-Treasure Glazed Relic left behind after generations of eminent monks of Vajra Temple entered nirvana. It can still the mind and gather the spirit, break evil and expel demons, and is of great benefit to cultivation. On behalf of Vajra Temple, I respectfully present it to The Emperor as a modest token of congratulations."
Afterward, the Golden Lotus carried the relic and slowly drifted toward the front of Chengtian Hall. Ji Minghao's expression was solemn as he rose and received it with empty hands; the Golden Lotus slowly fell into his grasp.
As the Golden Lotus scattered into motes of Golden Light, the Seven-Treasure Glazed Relic also dropped into his palm.
Its seven-colored brilliance then withdrew inward, and it appeared utterly ordinary.
But Ji Minghao could feel a warm, gentle, auspicious aura spreading from the relic in