The Main God Thinks You Might Be Breaking the Rules

"Then what would it take for you to believe the words of deluded fools like us, Zen Master?"

Seeing that their persuasion was getting nowhere, Tang Yuyang gritted his teeth and went so far as to say something rather offensive, challenging the old monk outright.

They truly had no time to waste on such fruitless efforts.

In fact, this was the first time in the past few days that "Benefactor Tang" had confronted Zen Master White Cloud with such relentless insistence.

Perhaps sensing the difference, the gaunt old monk sighed.

With his eyes lowered, he rolled the prayer beads through his fingers one by one. Only after a while did he speak again. "Amitabha."

"From what this humble monk has observed over these past few days, although you benefactors harbor schemes of your own, you are not wicked or deceitful people. Since Benefactor Tang insists so earnestly, let us do this."

He turned toward the young novice beside him. "Shifang, fetch my Golden Alms Bowl."

The young monk Shifang hurriedly stood, untied the bundle, and brought out a golden bowl in both hands.

The old monk Baiyun accepted the bowl and traced a hand seal in the air. Soft golden light immediately rose from it, rippling like water.

Holding the Golden Alms Bowl before him with both hands, he declared, "This bowl is a treasure of the Dharma that this humble monk has carried for many years. It can steady the spirit and reveal the heart, dispelling stray thoughts. Since you are so firmly convinced, benefactor, please quietly observe the scenes within it. Whether they are true or illusory, righteous or evil, a single thought will reveal the answer."

It seemed to be a test of truth, but Tang Yuyang could hardly miss the old monk's good intentions. He was