"Blessed by Buddha!"
Dai Bufan knocked his head against the floor three times, each thud ringing loud and clear—a testament to his sincerity.
Then he looked up and saw that the three incense sticks, which had already burned down, had been restored from their ashes, the fallen ash becoming part of the sticks again.
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When Dai Bufan came out of the Great Buddha Hall, Abbot Mingyu hurried over, curious. "Amitabha. How did your prayer go, Benefactor Dai?"
Dai Bufan fell silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Buddha has answered my prayer."
"Oh?" Abbot Mingyu's surprise was genuine, not feigned.
Dai Bufan spread his hands, revealing three perfectly intact incense sticks. "Buddha gave them back to me."
Ask Dao Sect, Heaven Gate Peak.
"Look. Doesn't the fruit look more appetizing when it's cut like this?"
"Even though only its shape has changed and the taste is the same, you can still see the spirit chef's thoughtfulness in it."
"It really does!"
At the summit of Heaven Gate Peak, beside the ancestral temple of the Great Bean Dynasty, Yun Mengmeng and Qing He were studying fruit plating.
Qing He taught Yun Mengmeng everything she had learned in her life, and Yun Mengmeng lived up to her trust, studying with great dedication. It gave Qing He, her teacher, a deep sense of accomplishment.
Suddenly, Yun Mengmeng looked up and peered around, puzzling Qing He. "What's wrong?"
"I smell the Second-in-Command!"
With that, Yun Mengmeng left Qing He behind and raced toward the mountainside.
Lu Yang, who was just about to head up the mountain, looked up and saw Yun Mengmeng charging straight at him.
She tackled Lu Yang to the ground.
"Second-in-Command, you made it back safely! I was so worried!"
Yun Mengmeng sprawled on top of Lu Yang, her