"It... he... He is alive!"
In the great hall, the little apprentice let out a hysterical scream, evidently he had also seen the Buddha statue nodding, smiling, and blinking,
The old monk looked back in surprise, but all he saw was the solemn and dignified Buddha statue.
There was nothing unusual.
His expression was as calm as still water, clearly not angry, but his tone carried a slight reproach:
"Two young disciples, even though you both come from Mount Longhu, from the number one sect in the world, joking about the Buddha is a bit too much."
Zhang Xuelan snapped back to her senses, feeling a tingling sensation at the back of her head, as she spoke bitterly:
"Celestial Monk, we were definitely not joking...."
She stared intently at the normal Buddha statue, everything just now seemed like her illusion—yet she was already a Martial Arts Master!
In the state of liberating oneself, she could even withstand a nuclear explosion, how could she inexplicably have an illusion??
