Mang Dabiao turned to look at Xiao Xuan, who sat on a crossbeam.
She sat on the wooden beam with her hands spread, her faint golden light shining on the people convulsing endlessly on the floor. Her aura was weak.
Mang Dabiao hemmed and hawed for ages but could not get a single word out.
Hu Xian'er, however, narrowed her fox eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, "There are indeed several magical treasures that can amplify Buddha Light and magnify its power."
At those words, Yang Yong and Chen Gen both leaned forward, their gazes burning.
"Tell us!" Yang Yong urged.
Hu Xian'er looked thoughtful, as though searching through ancient inherited memories, and slowly said, "An ancestor of mine once listened to sutras under an eminent monk and saw a Buddha-Fire Treasure Mirror. It was an ancient mirror that could reflect Buddha Light and multiply its power."
Expectation appeared on both men's faces.
However...
Hu Xian'er changed tack. "But my ancestor never passed down the method for refining it."
The corner of Yang Yong's mouth twitched. "Why the hell mention it if you don't have the method?"
Hu Xian'er hurriedly said, "There's another kind that's easy to refine, called a Buddha-Light Jewel, also known as a Mani Jewel. It looks like amber, with a 卍 symbol engraved in the center."
"The refining method is simple. An eminent monk versed in Buddhist Dharma only needs to chant sutras over a sacred relic day and night, and it will take shape."
"An eminent monk? A sacred relic?"
Yang Yong looked Xiao Xuan up and down, from every angle. However he looked at her, she was just a quiet top student who had only just started her final year of high school.
Before the apocalypse broke out, she had still been working