Ten-Thousand-Zhang Mountain.
A towering, majestic peak seemed to pierce straight into the sky, half illusion and half reality, as elusive as a mirage.
Yuankong stared glumly at the phantom mountain before him.
As things got on track, Chu Xingchen handed authority over to the Village Chief. After all, to Chu Xingchen, this matter could only count as a side quest.
With concrete rules already taking shape, Chu Xingchen did not need to get too involved.
After all, his real objective was still the treasure hidden in Ten-Thousand-Zhang Mountain.
Li Yingling reached out to touch the phantom, only to find her hand passing through empty air. Then she looked at Yuankong and asked a sincere question:
"Are you a counterfeit Buddhist Child? You can't do this, and you can't do that."
Yuankong's face fell at her words. He, too, wondered whether his senior brother had fooled him, and he was not actually a Buddhist Child at all.
Ten-Thousand-Zhang Mountain was not particularly far away, but the trouble was that it had no physical form.
Instead, it was a phantom ten thousand zhang tall. Chu Xingchen had tried flying into the mountain, but all he could reach was an expanse of phantoms.
The Buddhist Child, whom they had expected to solve the problem, found touching the mountain like grasping a dream or a bubble.
Having long since accepted that Yuankong was useless, Li Yingling turned to her master and said:
"Master, I think the Village Chief is hiding something. How could he know nothing? That Buddha Heart is inside him."
Chu Xingchen offered no comment for the moment, instead patting Yuankong lightly on the shoulder.
"Yuankong, do you have any tricks you haven't used yet? How can a person be completely useless?"
"I... I..."
Yuankong opened his mouth to argue, but in