"If that wasn't an option, the Zen Master also said I could trade for it with Kuimo Essence from the Eternal Prison, but that would require the Bodhisattva's intervention..."
Yang An said, a thoughtful expression on his face.
But before he could finish, he instantly felt the atmosphere inside the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall turn utterly wrong.
The flames of the incense and candles burning before the Golden Buddha Statues wavered.
A cold, eerie wind stirred within the hall, its source unknown.
Even Hai Shu Bodhisattva's kind, benevolent smile had vanished, replaced by a face as cold as frost.
He had been meditating on the Lotus Platform, his hands forming a seal over his abdomen, but now he slowly raised them and pressed his palms together.
"Yuan Ji, false speech is a grave transgression in our Buddhist Family. Do not lie. Is what you said of Qing Kong true?"
Hai Shu Bodhisattva's tone was heavy with solemnity, yet it also carried a formless, oppressive weight.
