Vajra Pestle

Facing the voice rising from deep underground, Chen Fan's expression changed slightly, surprise flashing across his face.

Judging from the traces on this stone door, this underground place had not been opened for at least a hundred years. Could someone still be cultivating in seclusion beneath the earth at this very moment? Yet his Divine Sense had detected no living aura at all. Instead, he vaguely sensed a peculiar spiritual energy, exceptionally dense.

The monk Wuming remained utterly calm. With his palms pressed together before his chest, he gently shook his head and said in a low voice, "Amitabha Buddha, do not misunderstand, gentlemen. It is merely a battered Dharma Treasure. It chants Buddhist verses every day, but it is too severely damaged to be repaired. My master later sealed it here for several centuries, lest its Buddha-nature dissipate entirely."

"What Dharma Treasure could be so powerful that, after hundreds of years, its Buddha-nature still hasn't dispersed and it continues chanting Buddhist verses?" Old Yellow Tooth asked in astonishment.

"It is an ancient vajra pestle. Though it was once a Dharma Treasure, it was later corroded and damaged by demonic qi during a great battle. Now it is not even comparable to a Spirit Tool. But seeing that its Buddha-nature remained powerful, my master sealed it away," Wuming said calmly. When he mentioned his master, a flicker of grief inevitably crossed his eyes once more.

Chen Fan nodded. From the sensations of his Divine Sense, he knew it truly was an artifact brimming with spiritual energy. Its Buddha-nature was simply rather unusual, which was why he had failed to recognize it at first glance. He had some understanding of the vajra pestle Wuming spoke of—it was said to be a tool used by Buddhist practitioners to subdue demons, capable of