chapter 10

A shepherd girl who was less than ten years old claimed that she went up the mountain to pick the Spirit Channeling Grass to feed the sheep.

"Spirit Channeling Grass?"

"Ha …"

Xuan Yuan, who was behind him, couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

A little girl who was less than ten years old dared to claim that she went up the mountain to pick the Spirit Channeling Grass. The Spirit Channeling Grass was an extremely precious spiritual herb.

Was it something that could be picked just because she said so?

How old was she?

Most importantly, this little girl actually said that she picked the Spirit Channeling Grass to feed the sheep. This joke was a little too big, and it was even a little too ridiculous.

In this world, whose sheep would be so arrogant as to feed the Spirit Channeling Grass?

Was your sheep a demonic beast or a demon king?

"Brother Monk, when I was young, many, many years ago, I drank a very delicious sheep milk tea."

"I collected rootless water in the morning. When I picked the Spirit Channeling Grass and fed it to the sheep, they would be able to make this sheep milk tea."

"Do you know what kind of sheep milk tea it was?"

"I remember the taste. It was the best sheep milk tea. It was the best taste I had when I was young."

"Before I die, I want to drink the best sheep milk tea I had when I was young."

The little girl smiled sweetly, and her eyes seemed to be filled with beautiful memories that were especially long ago.

It was more like she was recalling the most precious time in her life.

This kind of reminiscence appeared in a little girl who was less than ten years old. Xuanxin actually didn't find it strange at all.

"Brother Monk, I've never talked so much with anyone before."

"I'm going up the mountain."

After saying that, the little girl turned around and her small body went into the thorny forest.

She tried her best to climb up the mountain.

Looking at the little girl's back, especially her every step, Xuanxin's eyes exploded with a strong charm and sharpness.

Under the gaze of the Golden Eyes of Destiny.

Every small step this little girl took left a special kind of Dao Rhyme on the ground …

What she left behind was a mark that was like light. It was a mysterious and wonderful feeling.

It made Xuanxin think that his eyes were playing tricks on him.

"Abbot, this little girl is simply talking nonsense."

"It's really baffling."

In Xuan Yuan's opinion, this little girl's words were especially strange.

It was not reliable and completely illogical.

…

On Shaoshi Mountain, it was easy to ascend the mountain but difficult to descend. Fortunately, after descending the mountain, there was an official road.

The official road was wide and flat. In modern times, it was equivalent to a highway.

Even if you had a Ferrari, it wouldn't be a problem for you to drive it on this official road.

Xuanxin, who was wearing an embroidered kasaya, holding a nine-ringed monk's staff and a purple gold alms bowl, walked on the wide and flat official road with the bearing of an eminent monk.

They enjoyed the beautiful scenery along the way.

Behind him was Xuan Yuan, who was slightly plump and wore a thin grayish-white monk robe. He was carrying a large sack on his back.

He followed closely behind Xuanxin.

On the main road, there were more people coming and going.

There were even many carriages.

Some traveling merchants.

This time, Xuanxin and Xuan Yuan went down the mountain to beg for alms. Their destination was the Fallen Immortal Town that was ten miles away.

Although the Fallen Immortal Town was a small town, there were more than a hundred thousand people living there. There were many merchants in the town and the economic development was still very prosperous.

"Abbot, we've arrived."

Xuan Yuan said excitedly as he pointed to the bustling market in front of them. People were coming and going. The market was bustling with noise.

The official road in front of them was paved with bluestones. There was an endless stream of traveling merchants and pedestrians on the wide street. There were countless stalls and peddlers on both sides of the street.

There were also lavish restaurants, pawnshops coming and going, and other prosperous merchants of all walks of life.

The market was full of smoke and fire.

It was very lively.

Xuanxin and Xuan Yuan seemed a little out of place after entering the bustling and bustling market.

Xuanxin, in particular, was like a crane in a flock of chickens. He had beautiful facial features, a gorgeous embroidered kasaya, a nine-ringed monk's staff and a purple gold alms bowl in his hand.

He had the bearing of a divine monk. His temperament was extraordinary as if he didn't belong to the mortal world.

After the people in the market noticed Xuanxin, they all looked at him with reverence.

In this world, martial arts were prosperous, but Buddhism was respected.

The status of a monk was very high.

It was especially so for a monk like Xuanxin, whose appearance and temperament were very charming.

He looked very extraordinary and was almost naturally popular.

"Master, which temple are you from?"

A short man selling steamed pancakes on the street of the market asked curiously.

The Fallen Immortal Town was just a small town. There weren't many monks that one could see on a daily basis. A monk as good-looking and decent as Xuanxin had never been seen before.

"Amitabha."

"I'm from Shaolin Temple. My Buddhist name is Xuanxin."

Xuan Xin chanted the name of the Buddha and reported his name to the others.

"Shaolin Temple?"

"I've never heard of this temple."

The short man selling steamed pancakes scratched his head in confusion. He couldn't remember this temple called Shaolin.

"I think there's a temple called Shaolin Temple on Mount Shaoshi …"

"That's a small temple in the mountains …"

The boss selling Yangchun noodles at the side muttered to himself thoughtfully.

"Master, have some steamed pancakes. I don't want your money."

The short man selling steamed pancakes took out a fragrant steamed pancake and handed it to Xuanxin.

It was all because of Xuanxin's extraordinary appearance and the bearing of an eminent monk.

He was treating him to a meal out of respect.

"Master, I'll make you a bowl of plain noodles."

"I don't want your money either."

The peddler selling Yangchun noodles also eagerly rushed to greet him.

In this world where Buddhism was respected, Xuanxin could make a living just by relying on his appearance.

He could be respected by others.

If it were Xuan Yuan, after mentioning Shaolin's name, people might not even bother to look at him.

They would ignore him. If he wanted to gain respect and make a living, he would have to put in a lot of effort and show some ability.

"Amitabha."

Xuanxin turned his head and ignored the two. Instead, he stared blankly at the corner of the street.

He ignored the two peddlers and walked straight over.

There was a smelly ditch at the corner of the street, and a shabby straw shed was built beside it. A seriously ill old man was sleeping on the ground.

His clothes were tattered, and he was seriously ill. His whole body was covered with abscesses, and a foul smell came from him.

"Abbot, you can't."

Xuan Yuan, who was behind him, saw Xuanxin walking toward the old man.

He immediately frowned and stopped him.

Xuanxin stopped in his tracks. His eyes flashed with charm, but in the end, he walked over with firm steps.

In his eyes, under the gaze of the Golden Eye of Luck, he saw an extremely incredible scene.

This seriously ill old man had a golden light of providence condensed on his body. Furthermore, this golden light contained immeasurable merit.

This infinite merit condensed into an eight-story Golden Pagoda of Merit.

The ninth floor of the Golden Pagoda of Merit was about to take shape.

If it weren't for the Golden Eye of Luck, Xuanxin wouldn't have believed that this old man was so extraordinary.

An old man who was about to die of a serious illness had such great luck!

"Abbot, this person has a bad disease."

"You can't go!"

Xuan Yuan, who was following behind Xuanxin, couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose in disgust when faced with the stench.

This old man was covered with abscesses all over his body. At first glance, it was obvious that he was infected with a bad disease and would not live for long.

For a bad disease like this, if one was not careful, they would be infected.

That was why Xuan Yuan was so anxious.

So worried.

"Amitabha."

Xuanxin endured the stench and put on an unfathomable look with a compassionate face. He ignored Xuan Yuan's anxious dissuasion and came to the old man's side.