"As for this bell, it should be an Earth Divine Weapon. Unfortunately, the spirit within it was drained away, causing it to fall from the ranks of divine weapons.
"Now, in this temple with its flourishing incense offerings, it absorbed Incense Wish Power to slowly restore its spirituality. Am I right?
"To be able to extract the inner spirituality of an Earth Divine Weapon—such a grand stroke, and one related to the Buddhist School—would seem to make Master highly suspect."
Having settled one concern, Meng Zhao no longer had any burdens weighing on him. Relaxed, he pointed at the bell atop the bell tower and spoke at length.
In truth, he had seen even more than that. In his view, this bell was not merely a Buddhist treasure; it should also conceal an incomparably profound sound-killing art. Every morning, when the bell rang and its echoes spread, they continuously stimulated the bell's own power, tempering the quality of its sound. At the same time, the tolling carried a force capable of soothing all manner of negative emotions within people's hearts.
Thus, the temple's thriving incense offerings owed at least thirty percent of their prosperity to this bell. Using this to gather Incense Wish Power was merely a fair trade.
Meng Zhao did not truly understand Incense Wish Power very well. He could only use the Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique to see a dense layer of pale golden power floating through the temple's air, filling its surroundings. A small portion of it was constantly drawn in by the bell, absorbed and digested.
The source of this Incense Wish Power was also simple: it was emitted by those who came to the temple to burn incense and worship buddha with sincere devotion.
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