Upon this thought, Meng Chuan placed his hands behind his back, as a trace of black and purple airflow emerged from his palms, instantly wrapped in a five-colored brilliant aura forming a light orb, shrouded in an inexplicable power...
"Which of you two wishes to meet the Venerable One?"
"To the Dharma Realm?"
"Precisely."
The voices of the two monks trembled slightly, with a hint of excitement.
"I..."
"Amitabha—let this old monk go instead."
The opportunity to "meet the Saint" was something Abbot Guyue couldn't refuse.
Chen Xin had no choice but to yield, sitting beside while continuously fingering his neck ornament, calming his unwilling emotions.
Abbot Guyue had served the Venerable One all his life without ever receiving a manifestation, nor had Shaolin allowed him a glimpse.
Unexpectedly, this dream was to be fulfilled by this young man, truly the irony of fate...
For a moment, his heart was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, almost to the point of tears...
