How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!-Chapter 171: The Mystery Behind the Painting’s Name

Bodhi Beyond, was their ultimate goal.

The gene of Reverse Growth, too compelling.

Especially for biological engineering researchers...

Master Hong Guang placed his palms together: "Bodhi Beyond, born in the land of countless tribulations, blooms thanks to the heavenly light of Buddhism. As you set out, mere Buddhist incense is not enough, you need my Buddha to accompany you."

Everyone was taken aback.

Li Sisi said: "Does Master mean to accompany us on the road personally?"

Master Hong Guang gently shook his head: "Amitabha, my own Buddhist fate is insufficient, I cannot see the heavenly light of Buddhism, understand!"

"Uncle Master!" The little monk who was knocking on the wooden fish bowed with his hands clasped.

"You will join the seven benefactors on the road."

"Yes!" The little monk came forward, reached Professor Yin’s side, looking up with his bright head.

Brother Buddha’s eyes widened: "Master... you’re taking this child on the road?"

"Yes!" Master Hong Guang responded.

"This..." Brother Buddha’s gaze flickered: "Let’s make it clear, the path is difficult, I struggle to walk empty-handed, let alone carrying a child."

He definitely didn’t say the little monk was a burden, but wasn’t the implication clear to everyone?

Master Hong Guang chose to misunderstand, turning to Professor Yin: "Benefactor, Liao Ran is still young in cultivation, just five thousand incense money will suffice for him to accompany the benefactor through tribulations."

Damn, even asking for money...

Lin Xiaosu exchanged a look with Brother Buddha, arms crossed as spectators.

Whether to take the child or not, it wasn’t their decision to make.

Anyway, one thing’s clear, we definitely won’t carry him on the road, we won’t soothe him if he cries, and definitely won’t wash diapers...

Of course, the issue of money wasn’t for them to handle.

Professor Yin pondered for a long time before finally nodding.

With that nod, a beep, the sound of a transaction echoed through the temple...

Brother Buddha pulled Lin Xiaosu and sprinted out of the temple. Once outside, he looked up, his face showing reluctance: "Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead!"

"Are people inside that ivory tower particularly easy to deceive?"

"Maybe, since they haven’t seen much of the world’s evils." Lin Xiaosu responded nonchalantly, his gaze towards the mountains outside.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat...

The mountains before him matched perfectly with the painting in his mind.

That painting...

Left by Ding Ruoshui...

The painting had a road, the Miyan Road...

If the painting was named "Road", it would be easy to understand.

But, the painting wasn’t called "Road"; it was named "Window"!

Why "Window" then?

If the focal point is on the window, where does this window open?

Now he knew.

Following the route on the painting, the location of that window in the painting was this ancient temple.

The painting wasn’t just content; actually, it was also about perspective...

"Is that the only pack you’re carrying?" a pleasing voice rang out.

Lin Xiaosu turned to see Li Sisi.

This was their first conversation.

"Yes," said Lin Xiaosu.

"Where’s your tent?" asked Li Sisi.

"...Actually, I can squeeze in with Brother Buddha," said Lin Xiaosu.

Brother Buddha’s eyes bulged.

Li Sisi frowned: "It doesn’t look like you have any food in there."

Lin Xiaosu looked at Brother Buddha, who immediately spoke: "You wouldn’t think of hitting on my supplies too, would you?"

Lin Xiaosu’s gaze slid from his face to the little monk: "Little master, it seems you didn’t bring any food either."

"The poor monk is a monk," the little monk told him. "My master said, when monks go out, they primarily rely on alms..."

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

What kind of people are these?

Professor Yin shook his head lightly: "Let’s head back once to the town to gather some supplies."

If it were just Lin Xiaosu alone, he really wouldn’t need to gather supplies.

At this moment, transitioning from summer to autumn, although the mountain nights were a bit cold, did it matter to an Ancient Martial Cultivator?

As for food, be it flying in the sky, running on the ground, burrowing into the earth, what couldn’t be eaten?

Just bring some salt, some sauce; three meals a day, all could be barbecue.

Besides, didn’t he have space?

Inside it, there were already piles of supplies.

However, Little Monk Liao Ran’s appearance meant the team had to return because a monk’s essence is to beg for alms, but whom could he ask on the Miyan Road?

Beasts in the mountains won’t be of help, only the companions could.

Rather than deal with tight supplies later, better to prepare adequately from the start, as the saying goes, sharpening your ax will not delay the chopping of firewood.

Fortunately, it was only about a ten-minute walk from Wuxiang Temple to the town.

Under Brother Buddha’s intense gaze, Lin Xiaosu, too, ended up buying a pile of items: a simple tent, a cold-resistant blanket, compressed biscuits, emergency drinking water.

Generally, there’s no need to bring water, but aren’t the conditions unusual?

On Miyan Road, no one knows whether the apparently clear water is safe to drink...

At noon, the main team officially hit the road.

When setting off, the fog on the Miyan Road cleared up, leaving the trumpet-shaped valley exceptionally vacant.

The head of Little Monk Liao Ran shone brightly under the noon sun.

Could this be the Buddhist incense?

If you ask a believer of Buddhism, the answer would definitely be yes.

But if you ask Brother Buddha, with his usual antics, he would definitely say: The Buddhist incense is not reflected by how bright the head shines, but is embodied through the spirit, for example, comforting the boundless love of single women on the journey...

However, one thing is certain, this little monk is unlikely to become a burden to everyone, as although he is small, his strides are light and quick. Conversely, the two male graduate students, having walked less than five miles into the mountain, were already out of breath and frequently pushing up their glasses.

Why push them?

Their nose bridges were sweaty, causing their glasses to slip down...

There are signs that students from the ivory tower have rather poor physical fitness.

Yet, only these two were in poor physical condition.

Professor Yin walked with stable strides and always kept his back straight.

Brother Buddha swung a large bag in his hand while chatting merrily with Lin Xiaosu, even finding the mood to comment on the little monk’s head.

Li Sisi, walking this mountain path, was almost like walking a model’s strut on the T-stage.

And Dawa, still walking with her head down and a slight blush on her face, but she was always like this. The five-mile mountain road had no effect on her...

This was where the team was extraordinary.

Lin Xiaosu clearly sensed that Professor Yin and Li Sisi were Genetic People.

Being able to sense Genetic People up close was an ability he had only acquired in the past month, first proven in the inn on Wushen Mountain and with Hu Die.

Now, he was able to sense very clearly.

Brother Buddha was not a Genetic Person, but he had a True Qi Flow within him.

The most bizarre was Dawa; Lin Xiaosu felt she wasn’t a Genetic Person and couldn’t sense any True Qi Flow from her, but she gave him a very dangerous feeling...

This feeling was purely a sixth sense.

A team with four special individuals, this was the real reason Lin Xiaosu chose this team.

To achieve the objective of hiding himself, he needed others to share the focus of attention from Kun Cang.

Ordinary people couldn’t achieve this effect, only this mixed team could.

However, this matter itself was dual-natured.

He did not know who these people were.

If they were from the Nine Headed Snake, entering the mountain with them would be tremendously dangerous, as once his identity was exposed, his past "cause" with the Nine Headed Snake would yield a rather sour "fruit" in Kunlun Mountain.

Right, there was also Little Monk Liao Ran.

Lin Xiaosu had been observing this little monk too; he couldn’t sense anything unusual about him, but after decrypting the painting by Ding Ruoshui, which revealed that the window in the painting was at the Wuxiang Temple, he changed his understanding of the Wuxiang Temple.

This little monk came from Wuxiang Temple, and considering a child his age, Master Hong Guang wouldn’t have allowed him to leave if he was simple, especially to enter the perilous Miyan Road!

The trumpet mouth was complete, now the trumpet was closing up.

How did it close?

Two stone mountains converged in the middle, forming a natural cave.

Looking through the cave entrance, there was light from another opening on the opposite side, but quite distant, visibly at least a kilometer away.

A strong wind blew from the cave, at least four to five degrees cooler than the outside.

Little Monk Liao Ran spoke, "Amitabha, let’s light incense."

Everyone lit their incense, and the fragrance wafted into the cave.

Upon entering the cave, Lin Xiaosu saw the bats hanging on the cave walls and also saw snakes in the crevices.

The bats were a size larger than usual, and the snakes, though not large, were diverse in species...

The incense curled up, and the bats moved deeper into the cave walls.

The snakes slowly retracted their heads back into the crevices.

That was the effect of the incense.

The group successfully passed through the gap between the snakes and bats and through the cave, Brother Buddha unusually commented fairly, "Although this incense isn’t cheap, and it seems like a rip-off, it must be said, it’s quite worth it."

Yes, everyone agreed.

If not for the incense, not to say there was danger, but just dealing with a bunch of venomous snakes and bats in the cave would be disgusting, wouldn’t it?

yuan for a clean and refreshed experience.

The little monk liked this, joyfully chanting Amitabha, and added a reminder, "Benefactors, keep the unburnt incense; it will be needed on the way back."

Lin Xiaosu extinguished his incense, and with a flip of his hand, he stuffed it into his bag, his gaze lifting in admiration.

The previous cave was disgusting, but this valley was quite beautiful.

The valley was filled with exotic flowers and plants, like a paradise.

Brother Buddha took a step forward, "Little Monk Liao Ran has had his turn, now it’s time for this guide to take the stage, what does everyone think about this valley?"

Everyone’s eyes gathered on his face.

No one answered his question.

Brother Buddha said, "It’s pretty, right? But as the saying goes, the prettier things are, the more dangerous they are, just like how beauties cause calamities..." free𝑤ebnovel.com

Li Sisi glared at him, seemingly wanting to ask, why when you speak of beauties causing calamities, are you staring at me?

But she didn’t forget that this jerk was always hitting on her, so she reduced the frequency of dialogues with him, while the professor couldn’t help but ask, "Where is the danger?"

Brother Buddha said, "There’s a kind of butterfly on the Miyan Road called snake butterfly, which seems light but is extremely toxic. Everyone had better get their masks and gloves ready."

As his voice fell, suddenly dozens of butterflies flitted up from the flowers in front.

These butterflies, unlike any seen before, had colorful patterns painted on their bodies, which outlined the figure of a rearing poisonous snake.

"Put on your masks and gloves!" the professor immediately ordered.

In a blink of an eye, five members of his team all had their gear on.

Their masks, made of plastic, extended around their necks and were filled with numerous vent holes; their gloves gleamed silver, likely made of metal.

Matched with their hiking gear, they became outsiders marvelled by little bugs.

However, three people didn’t have such equipment.

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