Lush and serene, it concealed the Daoist and Buddhist essence. Rare herbs and exotic flowers never wilted, while green pines and emerald cypresses stayed verdant through every season.
In a blessed land called Hundred Flowers Mountain stood a convent.
At the center of the temple, an old nun sat cross-legged before a statue of Guanyin.
A sea of auspicious light enveloped her, its clouds and rosy mists dazzling beyond compare. Within the Buddha's radiance, the lean old nun's face seemed gilded with gold. Her solemn countenance was as if Bodhi had manifested in the flesh, illuminating the temple and the world around it until everything gleamed, as though draped in golden gauze.
The next moment, the old nun suddenly opened her eyes. Her calm, compassionate expression changed, and her brow twitched as if something ill had happened.
Without stopping to think, she hurriedly began calculating with her fingers.
For a time, Sanskrit chants echoed and sandalwood incense drifted through the air. Countless changes and karmic ties arose and vanished at her fingertips.
This was none other than the Buddhist master mentioned earlier, Goddess Udumbara, who was charged with guarding the Daxiong Treasure Vault.
Usually, her days passed in peace, without incident.
After all, no one in Shu Mountain would dare defy the heavens and risk being hunted by the Buddhists just to rob the Daxiong Treasure Vault.
Unfortunately, nothing was absolute—especially when someone like Hao Shuai, a cheat who played by no rules, came along.
That day, she had been meditating and contemplating the Dao of Bodhi as usual.
Suddenly, a foreboding seized her. Something connected to her seemed to have changed, so she opened her eyes and began calculating.
But no matter how she tried, she could not determine what had happened.
The feeling of a blurred heavenly secret,