"Master Hongji!"
The moment Zeng Anmin woke, he let out a startled cry.
His gaze locked onto Master Hongji before him.
At that moment, Abbot Hongji's face was ashen.
He raised his head, following a thread of golden sunlight through a crack in the window.
His aged face and snow-white brows stood in stark contrast to the black qi curling around his body.
There was still kindness on his face.
Yet to Zeng Anmin now, that trace of kindness felt utterly ironic.
"Master Hongji poured the Buddhist Destiny into your body and dispelled the resentment force entwining you."
Zeng Shilin's voice was filled with complicated emotions.
"Before that, he asked for one hundred thousand taels of gold, saying you knew what he intended to use it for."
Hearing this,
Zeng Anmin fell silent.
His fists clenched unconsciously.
He stared at Master Hongji before him for a long while.
Master Hongji sat cross-legged there without moving.
Only an exceedingly faint breath remained.
"He is not dead, but he is wrapped in Decay Qi. There is little difference between that and death."
Zeng Shilin sighed. "My Demon Subduing Golden Ring cannot last much longer inside his body. Once its effect passes, he will..."
He did not finish.
But everyone could hear what the outcome would be.
"Buzz—"
Zeng Anmin felt a faint tremor at his neck.
His consciousness instinctively sank into the necklace around his neck.
"This is... the world inside the necklace?"
Zeng Anmin looked somewhat bewildered.
Before his eyes, six Buddha Statues stood in endless void.
The first Buddha Statue did not differ much from those he had seen on television or in temples in his previous life.
The same was true of every statue after it. There were Buddhas and bodhisattvas alike.
All bore expressions of compassion.
Above these