Maitreya's words drew envious looks from the other Buddhist disciples.
The Fortune and Merit they craved but could never obtain came to Zhao Gongming effortlessly.
Over the past thirty thousand years, Zhao Gongming had never even left Spirit Mountain, and he had barely cultivated seriously.
Every day, he idled around. He was either making friends and drinking, or on his way to make friends and drink.
And yet... he could still harvest vast amounts of Fortune every moment. How could that not make people green with envy?
The value of Fortune and Merit far exceeded that of faith and Incense Fire.
"Hahaha... Luck. It was purely because this seat had good luck."
While laughing uproariously, Zhao Gongming grew even more curious. What great deed had his little disciple done to save all living beings?
It had actually caused Heaven and Earth to extend their favor to him, treating his teacher so generously as well. Fortune and Merit came crashing down as if they were worthless.
Unfortunately, having lived on Spirit Mountain for the past thirty thousand years, Zhao Gongming knew very little about the Human Race's affairs in the Southern Domain.
To look after his junior nephew Kong Kong, Zhao Gongming had not dared to leave either.
Although Maitreya and the others were extremely curious about how Zhao Gongming had obtained this Fortune and Merit,
Zhao Gongming did not want to say, and they did not dare force him.
Just as everyone continued drinking and discussing the Dao merrily, the bell inside the Buddhist temple began to ring.
Dong, dong, dong!
Three peals of the bell rang out across the entirety of Spirit Mountain.
Wherever the Dao Sound reached, whether it was a true Buddha, a bodhisattva, an arhat, or even a disciple who swept the floors, everyone's minds grew