Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

Chapter 93: Chapter 88: Vanity is Like a Dream_2

However, surveillance was only set up at the entrance and exit.

After all, only the internal staff of the temple could come here.

A little prevention was sufficient.

Therefore, the security personnel in the monitoring room had no idea that an hour ago, two mice, one white and one gray, had quietly run in and discreetly inserted something.

Master Yuanci had arrived at the area where the relics of the ancestral masters were kept, and he respectfully bowed and chanted in front of each wooden cabinet to show his reverence.

He then approached the cabinet and first examined it through the glass.

Following the memories he had once seen.

Master Yuanci found the abbot who had died of illness.

With a trembling heart, he opened the cabinet and examined it carefully.

This time, Master Yuanci read the numerous cultivation stories mentioned in the records that he had previously thought to be mere boastings.

For instance, the ancestral master recorded that in a certain year and month, feeling a sense of achievement during his cultivation, he went to a peach grove to absorb the essence of wood.

Consequently, he incurred the dissatisfaction of the Peach Wood Immortal in the grove, and the ancestral master chose to apologize to resolve the matter.

Another story was about how the ancestral master and a Taoist friend were having a meal under the moonlight in a wooden pavilion, and the friend raised a kettle and casually borrowed some piping hot, excellent Longjing Tea.

The ancestral master then took out a fishing hook and directly fished out vegetarian dishes from a temple in the South Sea.

Such various incidents were not absent from the records.

Master Yuanci looked at these, but no longer felt like he had before, that these were just the ancestral master boasting.

Because they too bragged in similar ways when they drank tea together…

Now, Master Yuanci gradually felt… perhaps these records were all true?

It was just that they, the unworthy descendants, had lost the Transcendent Inheritance of the ancestors, ultimately declining into the mundane realm!

No, no, still no!

Master Yuanci had finished looking through the documents of that abbot and several other senior monks of his generation.

Yet, he could not find a single clue related to the Floating Illusion Temple.

“Inheritance… relics! Yes, relics!”

Unable to find useful information, Master Yuanci placed his hope on the relics, hoping that the ancestral master would pity them and had not taken the token to the Nether Soil in the Underworld.

He opened the cabinet storing actual items.

He skipped those that had been repaired by later generations.

Master Yuanci’s gaze turned to a wooden box.

It was the relic of a high monk from three hundred years ago.

Inside, he remembered, there was a scripture personally annotated by the monk.

This was a rare, well-preserved original manuscript.

And since that monk was considered one of the great monks of the Great Compassion Temple over a thousand years.

The scripture was stored separately.

Master Yuanci had perused this scripture before, transcending time to comprehend the thoughts of the ancestral master.

Now, thinking of how this scripture was treasured by that high monk.

Master Yuanci felt a trace of eagerness and opened the box, put on gloves, and once again carefully used tools to turn the pages.

The Scripture Pavilion was incredibly quiet.

For a moment, only the slight rustling sound of turning pages remained.

Master Yuanci looked at the annotations in the scripture, but still did not see the content he wished to find.

Not until he turned to the very last page!

Master Yuanci’s body jolted as he saw the last page, startlingly featuring a pale red Sanskrit.

Master Yuanci was certain that he had never seen this Sanskrit in his previous readings.

It had also never been mentioned in annual reports before.

And such a prominent mark, if it had existed before, the monks managing this place would have certainly reported it!

“It must have appeared recently… perhaps it is related to the summoning of the Floating Illusion Temple?”

“I, from the Great Compassion Temple, must heed the call…”

After looking at the Sanskrit without noticing any changes or deciphering anything more.

After chanting several classic scriptures, there was still no response.

Thinking of something, Master Yuanci took off the glove on his right hand and tried touching the Sanskrit.

As soon as he touched it.

Master Yuanci’s body tensed, and a piece of information appeared before his eyes.

“Amitabha, Master Yuan Ci thanks the ancestral master for resolving his doubts!”

Withdrawing his finger, Master Yuanci bowed deeply with his hands together in front of the scripture.

Just then, he once again felt the mystical force.

It was still the mysterious force left by his own ancestral master, providing him guidance!

Although at that moment, Master Yuanci also briefly entertained the thought: perhaps this is a trap?

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

This was his Great Compassion Temple, and the extraordinary event he encountered was unprecedented in his life!

How could this possibly be a trap! Indeed, even if it were a trap, he would have wished it had come decades earlier!

Master Yuanci closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself.

He then turned around and went straight to the place indicated by the Sanskrit.

Unaware that similar Sanskrit had been set up in multiple places by the Spiritual Rats to ensure at least one was found!

As he left, the Spiritual Rats swiftly took action to clean up the traces.

Under the sparse moonlight.

Master Yuanci, refusing the company of other monks, walked into the main hall.

After offering a tribute to Buddha in the main hall.

He moved to the stone tiles under Buddha’s Lotus Platform, and according to the Sanskrit indications, pressed lightly with both hands, only to discover that the stone tile indeed had a mechanism!

Immediately, a hollow space appeared, revealing a wooden tablet that seemed almost non-material!

Master Yuanci’s hands trembled as he picked up the wooden tablet, realizing immediately that it was as light and thin as if it were non-existent.

Master Yuanci carefully secured the wooden tablet close to his body, then quickly restored the stone tile.

If at that moment, Master Yuanci had brought in an expert for examination, he would definitely have discovered that the mechanism in the stone tile was obviously a new addition.