Wandering Gods of Day and Night

This old monk kept turning the scripture wheel, as if he was transcending the sins of his disciple in his eyes,

but before he finished the chant, a shout came from outside the door.

"Master Ning Yu, Boba Golden Buddha requests your presence."

"No rush, let me finish the transcendental chant for Leba first." Master Ning Yu was unmoved.

"Master, there’s a big event; three God-level entities descended from the Heavenly Dome, jointly carrying Master Wu Ya into the Heavenly Palace."

"Oh?" Ning Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

The disciple continued, "And there’s a Mr. leading the way for that Master Wu Ya."

"Which Mr.?"

"It’s that Mr. who often accompanies Master Wu Ya and is renowned throughout Mingjiang Prefecture—Zhou Xuan." The disciple said excitedly.

Ning Yu also stopped chanting immediately, opened the door, and handed over the scripture tube and bone bowl to the disciple, saying, "Continue transcending for Leba, and do not delay the major affairs of the temple."

After giving instructions, Ning Yu hurried to the palace hall. While crossing the corridor, he kept waving his hands toward the heavy snow outside the corridor.

The fluffy snowflakes gathered into the shape of a vulture, crashing toward Ning Yu.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

With each collision, the dirt on Ning Yu’s Buddha robe was cleaned a bit, and the bloody smell dissipated quite a bit.

After a dozen vultures hit him, Ning Yu’s monk robe was tidy, and he exuded a fragrance of fresh grass.

He also transformed his "rigid" expression into a "compassionate and kind" demeanor.

When he entered the Heavenly Palace Buddhist Hall, he saw Boba Golden Buddha sitting calmly on the long bench,

while the legendary "Master Wu Ya" squatted like a beggar on the white stone floor of the hall, scratching himself.

"Ning Yu, you have arrived."

Boba beckoned to Master Ning Yu.

Ning Yu first performed a Buddhist salute to Boba, then greeted Zhou Xuan, the Eternal Life Sect Leader, Tian Can Monk, Green Robed Buddha, and others.

In this Buddhist hall, except for Zhao Wu Ya, the most senior was the Green Robed Buddha.

Faced with the Sky Dome Buddha, Ning Yu prostrated himself, kneeling impeccably straight: "This humble monk greets the Sky Dome Buddha."

"You salute me, but why not pay respects to Master Wu Ya?"

Ning Yu turned to Zhao Wu Ya, unable to comprehend why this Master Wu Ya looked so filthy and greasy.

Just seeing his appearance, Ning Yu couldn’t bring himself to bow.

The Green Robed Buddha pointed at Zhou Xuan again and asked Ning Yu: "You give me such a grand salute, considering me the highest Buddhist rank in the hall, but you should know I am a mere junior here,

and this, Master Zhou Xuan, Zhou Xuan, is my mentor."

"Mentor?!"

Ning Yu was a little confused.

"What? Don’t believe what I say?" The Green Robed Buddha shook his raincoat.

Ning Yu couldn’t withstand the pressure and respectfully paid a grand salute to Zhou Xuan: "Ning Yu greets the teacher of the Green Robed Buddha."

Zhou Xuan waved his hand lightly and said, "Rise."

His focus wasn’t on Ning Yu, but on Boba Golden Buddha.

Boba Golden Buddha appeared extremely lazy, harmless to both humans and animals, but his unspoken Life Force was incredibly vigorous,

to Zhou Xuan’s Perception, Boba was like a moving furnace of life, his powerful life force energy was scorching.

"This golden Buddha is not simple at all."

Zhou Xuan murmured to himself.

Boba remained silent, but Ning Yu spoke, recognizing the real authority this time, and directly asked Zhou Xuan: "I wonder, Master Zhou Xuan, what brings you to our Revolving Wheel Temple?"

"Your temple lacks manners, asking questions without the golden Buddha speaking, allowing a minor monk like you to inquire?"

Zhou Xuan immediately gave Ning Yu a metaphorical slap.

Ning Yu instantly realized that the famous Mr. was indeed not easy to provoke—a formidable presence.

"You exaggerate, Mr." Boba finally spoke up.

No one knew how old he was, clearly an old man, but his voice had the cadence of an elderly matron: "I’m already old, and for this temple, merely a symbol. I’ve long since lost control of many matters,

so most of the temple affairs are left to my Junior Brother Ning Yu to handle. Mr., whatever you need, feel free to tell him, he is more familiar with worldly matters."

Taking advantage of the golden Buddha’s words, Zhou Xuan loudly declared, "We and Master Wu Ya have no other demands but to use your Revolving Wheel Temple’s Buddha energy to help build a Sea of Buddha in Ping Shui Prefecture."

"I fear that’s not feasible."

Ning Yu’s eyes darted craftily, "Mr., without famous monks, temples can’t maintain their reputation,

we of the Revolving Wheel Temple, renowned though we are, rely on the prestige of previous generations, but in truth, we monks have long lost our abilities, incapable of nurturing Buddha energy,

let alone creating a Sea of Buddha; I’m afraid even condensing a trickling stream of Buddha energy, the Revolving Wheel Temple cannot achieve."

After listening, Zhou Xuan nodded, a typical official rejection.

He sneered coldly: "When did the Revolving Wheel Temple fall to such a state?"

"Our temple is in disrepair..."

Ning Yu tried to play it off but was interrupted by Zhou Xuan’s loud rebuke, "Has the Revolving Wheel Temple fallen to the point of not obeying the Twenty-one Zen decrees?"

"This..." Ning Yu furrowed his brow deeply.

Zhou Xuan sneered, "Master Wu Ya of Twenty-one Zen asks your temple for some Buddha energy, yet you’re so evasive, does it take the Ancient Buddha himself to come for your temple to lend the Buddha energy?"

As he spoke, he walked over to Zhao Wu Ya, secretly handing him three red fruits picked from the Secret Realm.

He thought, if Zhao Wu Ya didn’t show some Buddha nature, he couldn’t intimidate these slick Snow Mountain monks.

Zhao Wu Ya got the hint, lowered his head, and sneakily ate the red fruits.

These red fruits, not as magical as the "Little Buddha Red Fruit," were still brimming with Buddha energy,

and after consuming three red fruits, Zhao Wu Ya felt a warm sensation in his stomach and uttered—Buddhist Hall sinks, avalanche follows.

The sound of the word "avalanche" just fell, and Ning Yu saw outside the temple, the Snow Mountain first rose a white mist, then as the mist spread into thick smoke, the avalanche sound followed quickly,

then the entire Buddhist Hall shook as if the Great Snow Mountain indeed had the momentum of an avalanche.

"Master Wu Ya, be calm, Master Wu Ya, be calm."

Ning Yu was somewhat panicked, continuously advising, while not far away, Boba Golden Buddha remained calm and unruffled...