The zither music ringing in his ears made Su Shi'er feel instantly refreshed, and his whole body relaxed considerably.
Even the injuries inside him, along with the reverberating zither notes, visibly improved by a degree.
"This sound... is it Master Buzheng?!"
As the words left his mouth, Su Shi'er quickly turned his head to look.
He saw, amid resplendent Buddha light, a monk slowly walking over.
He was called a monk, yet he had a head of long, jet-black hair, and the clothes he wore seemed half-monk, half-Daoist. Draped in jewels from head to toe, at first glance he gave off a jarring, neither-fish-nor-fowl impression.
On his back he carried a guzheng. The zither had no strings, yet as he walked, beautiful zither music flowed endlessly from the guzheng behind him.
The instant Su Shi'er saw Master Buzheng appear, he visibly let out a quiet breath of relief.
Immediately after, his eyes flashed, and his gaze shifted to another handsome monk behind Master Buzheng.
Deep within the Buddha light, another figure could be seen, dressed in magnificent robes, a golden Dharma wheel above his head slowly rotating and shining broadly in all directions.
Beneath the Buddha light, his head full of Sarira crowns fully displayed the profound depth of his attainments in Buddha's Law and Buddha's Technique.
The monk's features were handsome, but the expression on his face was exceedingly grave, his dignity fully revealed.
As he walked, his robes swayed, and the aura around him was restrained, like a deep abyss.
Striding forward, stepping through empty air, he gave others the feeling of a mountain standing across heaven and earth.
"Senior Wuxiang She?! He actually came too!"
Su Shi'er spoke again, and with the same single glance, recognized the identity and origins of this dignified Buddha.
"Brother Su knows