Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Boba didn’t know if he lacked the unique emotions of humans or if he had truly seen some extraordinary things.

The snow dust from the great avalanche seemed to stir up a thick fog, with heavy snow chunks and frozen ice-like stones continuously crashing into the Buddhist Hall,

yet Boba remained indifferent, even lazily wanting to yawn.

"Master Wu Ya, please cease your Divine Skills."

Ning Yu was not as calm as Boba; his face was already ashen, and he gazed at Zhao Wuya with terror in his eyes.

Like a beggar, Zhao Wuya was scratching his back, completely at ease. After hearing Ning Yu’s words, he actually laughed and said, "This little monk, you don’t believe I’m Wu Ya Zen, so I can only let these mountains come to pay homage to me and testify on my behalf."

"I believe, I believe, now I believe two hundred percent."

Ning Yu didn’t dare to argue further,

for this Buddha Palace was built on the Great Snow Mountain. If the avalanche’s range was vast and fierce enough, the palace walls might collapse with it, and the renowned temple would be in danger.

"Since you believe, then the mountains need not come to see me."

Zhao Wuya said this again.

Zhou Xuan saw the snow dust on the mountain settle, and doubt arose in his heart.

Zhao Wuya had eaten the Buddha Fruit, but its effect couldn’t be so powerful; it merely allowed Ya Zi to exhibit some Buddha nature.

How could he summon and dismiss the Great Snow Mountain at will?

"There must be a reason behind this."

At this moment, Zhou Xuan recalled the eye on Zhao Wuya’s back.

"Perhaps it’s related to that eye."

According to the Green Robed Buddha’s words, that eye was the "Eye of the Celestial Peng," and Tianpeng was the Ancient Buddha’s pet bird.

Zhou Xuan also needed to ask Boba and Ning Yu about this matter clearly.

The avalanche had stopped, and Ning Yu was still in shock. After wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, he finally said to Zhao Wuya,

"Master Wu Ya, you are the heir of the Ancient Buddha; we are all your followers, and we dare not deceive you in any way.

The Buddha energy of the Reincarnation Temple has long dried up. What’s left isn’t even as dense as the energy of the Green Robed Buddha.

If you and Mr. Zhou want to create a Sea of Buddha, I’m afraid borrowing that little energy would be useless."

Zhao Wuya didn’t understand these miscellaneous matters of Buddhism, nor did he know how to respond. Moreover, his spirit was inexplicably a bit chaotic now, to put it bluntly, his mind was a bit numb.

Not far away, the Boba Golden Buddha was continuously rubbing a Heavenly Spirit Magical Artifact.

This rubbing was unlike the casual touch during daily scripture reading or morning lessons. His fingers pointed here and there on the inside wall of the magic artifact, occasionally accompanied by light tapping.

As for those light taps, Zhao Wuya became increasingly drowsy.

Zhou Xuan saw Zhao Wuya remain silent for a long time, afraid of being exposed, so he took the initiative to say, "The Buddha energy’s drying up is merely Ning Yu’s one-sided remark and might not be true."

"How dare we fake in front of the true Buddha? Mr. Zhou’s words are somewhat abrupt."

"If you’re going to speak, speak properly. Why resort to insinuations?"

The Green Robed Buddha disliked seeing Buddhist monks use harsh words to malign Zhou Xuan.

"Green Robed Buddha, it was Mr. Zhou who spoke insinuatingly first." Ning Yu felt a bit wronged, complaining.

However, the Green Robed Buddha’s face turned gloomy, saying, "The Master was admonishing you; how can you call it insinuating? If you continue to talk nonsense, don’t blame me, Qingyi, for being impolite."

"I... sigh."

Ning Yu wanted to argue further, but the Green Robed Buddha’s status was high, and he was a figure under the Heavenly Dome, while Ning Yu’s words carried little weight. Continuing would yield no benefit, so he chose not to dwell on it further.

He then said to Zhou Xuan, "Mr. Zhou, the human skull is a place where spiritual energy converges, so we monks like to use it as a Buddha Artifact,

and the mountain, well, is the same principle. The mountain top is a place where spiritual energy gathers."

Ning Yu pointed to the snow-covered peak and said to Zhou Xuan, "Mr. Zhou, our Reincarnation Temple is dedicated to the Reincarnation Snow Mountain. The temple’s Buddha energy is concentrated at the snow-covered summit of the mountain,

where there is a tower called the Heavenly Spirit Tower, which contains a skull that collects all the Buddha energy from the mountain. If you don’t believe that the temple’s Buddha energy has dried up, please visit the tower yourself and investigate thoroughly."

This statement, when spoken, appeared much more sincere.

Zhou Xuan immediately waved his sleeve and said, "Then please have Ning Yu lead the way, and I’ll go see the tower."

"Hmm..."

Ning Yu was uncertain when he saw Zhou Xuan’s determination to get to the bottom of it. He turned to look at the Boba Golden Buddha.

Boba paused his rubbing of the magic artifact, slightly raised his head, and said with a hearty smile,

"Junior Brother Ning Yu, since Mr. Zhou doesn’t believe, take him to see, to avoid outsiders gossiping about our Reincarnation Temple and claiming we are deceivers."

"As per the Golden Buddha’s command."

Ning Yu straightened his posture after getting approval from Boba and made a gesture of "please" to Zhou Xuan, saying, "Mr. Zhou, please, I’ll lead the way for you."

"Let’s go."

Zhou Xuan swung his sleeve and walked towards the door, creating a gust of wind that swept Zhao Wuya to his side as he walked.

At this moment, the Boba Golden Buddha couldn’t help but speak to Zhou Xuan, "Mr. Zhou, Master Wu Ya seems a bit mentally tired. Why don’t you go to the tower, and I’ll arrange for Master Wu Ya to rest?"

"That’s not necessary."

Zhou Xuan carried the nearly asleep Zhao Wuya on his back and said with a smile, "I and Ya Zi are like brothers; wherever we go, we must stay together. Leaving him in the Buddhist Hall to rest would make me quite uneasy."