"What do you mean?" Shi Lan retreated a distance, her brows drawing together.
Arhat was an honorific reserved for Buddhist practitioners who had attained enlightenment. Until she knew what she was dealing with, Shi Lan would never stand before such powerful figures without keeping her guard up.
The Burial Realm could only prove useful in a surprise attack. In a direct fight, Bai Yu wouldn't even get the chance to draw his bow.
Having a decent impression of Buddhism didn't mean she trusted every Buddhist cultivator. Those were two entirely different things.
"Merit is bestowed by Heaven; no living being may give or take it."
"If the merit on benefactor's person has a legitimate source, the two of us will naturally apologize to you."
The two Bodhisattvas spoke in turn, their expressions growing ever more solemn. Buddhist light surged around them, and their voices carried an air of authority.
Buddhism placed great importance on merit. The golden light of merit emanating from this woman's soul was far too heavy—and it didn't come from a single source. It was divided into several portions, each bearing a different aura. At least two of them didn't match her own energy. Even if she hadn't seized them by force, there had to be something more to the story.
"What if I'm unwilling to go?"
The only merit Shi Lan could recall gaining had come from purifying that statue of a god. According to the eminent Buddhist monk who had been there, that merit was rightfully hers.
Besides, what did her merit have to do with Buddhism? They were clearly sticking their noses where they didn't belong.
"If benefactor refuses, then forgive us for the offense."
"Merit in this world has a place where it belongs. Since our Buddhist sect cultivates merit and virtue, we