"No obstacle."

The Celestial Monk spoke leisurely:

"The old one and Master Zhang are old friends, the affairs of Mount Longhu are the affairs of the old one."

After a pause, he frowned and said:

"As for what Donor Xuelan mentioned about the original Human Ancestor, the old one is not quite clear... Are you sure it’s buried in the Land of Great Treasure?"

"I’m sure."

Zhang Xuelan nodded, speaking in a deep voice:

"At least, that’s what my master said."

The Celestial Monk frowned even deeper: 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Indeed, there is something buried in the Land of Great Treasure, of that the old one is aware, but how could it be the original body of the Human Ancestor?"

Zhang Xuelan was a bit confused, glancing at her fellow junior who was looking around, she quickly asked:

"Celestial Monk, what was originally buried in the Land of Great Treasure?"

The Celestial Monk frowned, pondering for a long time before speaking:

"There are indeed bodies and corpses buried, but they shouldn’t be the original Human Ancestor’s — they are four celestial corpses."

"Celestial corpses?" Zhang Xuelan was even more confused: "I don’t understand..."

The Celestial Monk frowned and, after pondering for a moment, waved his hand,

the monks and lamas in the hall silently left, not forgetting to close the door of the hall.

As the doors closed, under the wind’s pressure, the flames in the candlesticks on both sides leaped violently,

the light and shadows reflected on the scripture banner stretched long, appearing somewhat eerie.

Wait until the flames settled.

The old monk then spoke in a deep voice:

"The Great Buddha Palace, Mount Longhu, and Shaolin Temple each suppress three directions, our Land of Great Treasure suppresses four celestial corpses of unimaginable origin."

"Under Shaolin Temple, another celestial corpse is buried as well."

"As for Mount Longhu, it suppresses the center of this planet, responsible for resisting the four great external gods...."

Zhang Xuelan and her junior listened intently.

The former couldn’t help but ask:

"What celestial corpse is buried in the Land of Great Treasure?"

"It’s a long story."

The old monk solemnly spoke, waving his hand as white paper appeared in the void, landing in front of Zhang Xuelan:

"First draw the appearance of that eerie monk... I will slowly explain to you."

"Yes, Celestial Monk."

Zhang Xuelan took the pen and sketched according to her memory of the handsome monk, drawing as she listened to the Celestial Monk’s slow voice.

The old monk said:

"The origins of the four celestial corpses are beyond traceable, ancient and terrifying, there are rumors that the power of the four great external gods comes from these four celestial corpses."

"As for the father god of the four great external gods, that subspace, in ancient rumors, comes from the celestial corpse suppressed under Shaolin Temple... we’ve digressed."

After pausing,

the old monk continued:

"Among those four celestial corpses, all have god names left behind, one is the [Joyful Buddha Corpse], suspected to be related to the Deceiver of Joy."

"Another is the Bodhi Buddha Corpse, suspected to be the source of power for the Monarch of Ten Thousand Changes—also known as the Weaver."

"The remaining two are called the Western Polar Emperor Corpse and the Southern Polar Eternal Emperor Corpse, in ancient legends, the sources of power for the furious one and the immortal one respectively..."

The monk’s words echoed in the Great Buddha Palace, it was also at this moment, Zhang Xuelan’s painting was also completed.

She felt her heart flutter as she held the painting and presented it forward.

The Celestial Monk glanced at it, his expression turning grim.

"Celestial Monk?" Zhang Xuelan asked puzzled.

The old monk paused silently, his voice turning cold:

"Donor, are you making a fool of the old one?"

A faint aura of the Buddha wafted through the hall, Zhang Xuelan’s breathing became difficult, she spoke with dryness:

"Celestial Monk, I don’t understand..."

The Celestial Monk said nothing, only pointed to the handsome monk in Zhang Xuelan’s painting, then pointed behind him.

Zhang Xuelan followed the direction the Celestial Monk pointed—towards the middle Buddha Statue among the three grand Buddha Statues.

She suddenly froze.

It was also at this moment,

She only just realized—the handsome monk she painted, was identical to the Buddha Statue!!

A massive shock swept through her body.

Especially when the Buddha Statue raised its eyelids and nodded at her with a smile, that sense of terror surged to the extreme!!

Zhang Xuelan’s legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.