Qin Jiuge merely furrowed his thick brows. It was not that he did not believe it, but the matter was simply too inconceivable to be believed.
The abbess of the esteemed Cihang Jingzhai was, at the very least, the master of a major power and the supreme ruler of a province. Though her faction could not compare with the Qin Family, her strength must surely have reached the Quasi Emperor Realm. How could an ordinary person so easily settle her Karmic Entanglement?
Yet, as the old monk before him laid out the entire chain of events, Qin Jiuge found himself with no choice but to believe it.
"Layman Qin, those who have left the secular world do not speak falsehoods. Otherwise, with the Buddha Ancestor watching above, he certainly would not forgive this old monk in the slightest."
"It had better be so."
Qin Jiuge gave him a faint glance before continuing, "Otherwise, even if the Buddha Ancestor can forgive you, I fear this Qin Family Divine Son—and everyone in my Qin Family—will not."
Zhishan, the young monk, knew that Sound of Dharma Temple in Myriad Buddha Province had some friendship with the Qin Family, but that friendship was not some cure-all that could be invoked whenever it was needed.
The Qin Family tolerated neither schemes nor betrayal.
"Of course."
The old monk promptly replied, and there was still some sincerity evident in him.
Thus, that very night, an autumn wind swept across the forests and rivers. A token floated above Qin Jiuge's palm, then in the next instant transformed into a radiant golden Buddhist light that descended above the sky of Myriad Buddha Province.
At Qin Jiuge's command, it reached heaven and earth. He then set out once more with Li Xuanmiao and Qin Qing.
At this moment, Li