Mount Sumeru.
Xia Yilin walked up the mountain path, passing checkpoint after checkpoint without anyone giving her trouble. She made her way unhindered to a spot near the summit, where she first saw the Bodhi Tree, then Fang Yang beneath it.
She did her best to remain composed, but there was a spring in her step. Her long legs moved beneath her heavy skirts with a lightness that made her look like a dancing swan.
Beside Xia Yilin, An Miaoyi wore a calm expression, like an accomplished Buddhist nun. She offered Buddhist greetings to Fang Yang and Mighty Vajra in turn.
More than a decade ago, her master in this life had brought her to Mount Sumeru to study Buddhism. There, she had dissolved every trace of her devil arts, leaving only the purest Buddhist heavenly art.
"Amitabha."
"Amitabha."
After An Miaoyi and Mighty Vajra exchanged greetings, they stood quietly in place, like gilded Buddha statues in a temple.
Xia Yilin could hardly contain her delight. She stepped before Fang Yang and said, "I only came out of seclusion a few days ago. When Sister An said a great opportunity awaited on Mount Sumeru, I never imagined the Future Buddha was you."
Though she had emerged from seclusion only days earlier, she knew a great commotion had recently shaken the Western Desert. Mount Sumeru's Buddha had appeared, appointed a Future Buddha, and welcomed a new master.
Yet if she had not seen it with her own eyes, Xia Yilin would never have believed Fang Yang was Mount Sumeru's Future Buddha.
Before Fang Yang could speak, worry crossed Xia Yilin's face. She glanced at Mighty Vajra and cautiously sent Fang Yang a voice transmission. "Can you still get married?"
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