There were many people on the path to ordination. Hundreds were climbing the path three meters wide. Initially, everyone held firm to their hearts, but unknowingly, their inner desires were drawn out, leading them to side paths, and step by step, they descended the mountain again.

Wang Xuan walked step by step, continuous illusions appearing before him: countless hills of gold and silver treasures, seemingly within reach to become immensely wealthy.

Beautiful women, gorgeously dressed, speaking coquettishly, and ready to be at his disposal, circled around him, as if beckoning to him.

Hundreds of exquisite dishes exuding tantalizing aromas, tempting anyone with a taste for indulgence beyond resistance.

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The number of people by his side dwindled, as Wang Xuan saw through the illusions, ascending to the mountain peak accompanied only by Xiaowei and a middle-aged man with a look of hardship.

“Xiaowei, didn’t you see those illusions?” Wang Xuan asked.

“I saw them, but I knew right away they were fake. I don’t believe them,” Xiaowei replied.

Earlier, an illusion of Wang Xuan appeared beside her, saying he wasn’t taking her up the mountain anymore and wanted to return to the new area with her.

Such a good opportunity—she didn’t believe it at all. Wang Xuan was determined to bring her along; he wouldn’t easily change his mind.

Those tempted by the illusions to descend the mountain looked at the three enviously, wishing they could take their place.

For those able to traverse this path to ordination, they could remain on Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, enjoy endless bliss without worries—a coveted desire of countless followers.

Young people with exceptional talents had a greater chance of entering the legendary Precious Light Temple, that supreme sanctuary, and becoming eternally immortal sacred beings.

Upon reaching the mountain, the pervasive Buddha’s Light cleared their distractions; however, Wang Xuan was unaffected and relied on his own divinity. He feared that staying too long in such a place might affect his will.

But evidently, he was worrying unnecessarily; this Buddha’s Light was meant to attract followers, but the temples where monks resided didn’t have such light.

Within Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, smaller Buddha statues were enshrined, and monks researched Buddhist Dharma there—truly virtuous individuals indeed.

As for cultivation level, it wasn’t necessarily high because Ten Thousand Buddha Temple was only the Outer Sect of Precious Light Temple; only true inheritors could enter that truly sacred place.

Wang Xuan conversed with the monks, and sure enough, Ming Jing had left instructions. After reporting in, someone quickly came to guide them.

Golden light radiated from their heads as a cloud towered underfoot; an Arhat arrived, enveloping the three in golden light, and their figures vanished from Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, entering a vast world.

What Celestial Sword Mountain looked like was unknown to Wang Xuan, but Precious Light Temple was very different from his imagination, unlike the Immortal Martial Mountain.

He discovered that the Otherworldly Space of Precious Light Temple was actually spherical, with a diameter of more than a thousand kilometers. Majestic peaks stood on the surface, and from the mountains, only nearby peaks could be seen—with a boundless Milky Way above.

As for the exact location of the Bodhisattva of Precious Light’s sanctuary, when he asked the Arhat, he simply pointed downward—it turned out the core of the mountains was the true Precious Light Temple.

“It’s fortunate for an Immortal Martial Disciple to come,” the Arhat said with a smile. He was the sixth disciple under the Universal Relief Bodhisattva and naturally knew that in decades Wang Xuan would also become a force to be reckoned with.

As for Xiaowei, she was the ninth disciple of the Universal Relief Bodhisattva, also the youngest, with six senior brothers and two senior sisters above her.

The arena cultivated by the Universal Relief Bodhisattva was called Wuyou Temple. The mountain top was quite flat as if the peak had been shaved off, and the slopes were gentle, with green pines and bamboo planted everywhere.

Within the arena, hearts naturally calmed, distractions excluded, making it very conducive to studying scriptures and practicing Buddhist Dharma.

The entire Otherworldly Space was filled with dense Spiritual Qi and faint Buddha Essence drifting around—a paradise unspeakably fortunate for monks of the Buddhist Sect.

“Donor Wang, this Bodhi Tree was planted by my master when he attained the Bodhisattva Fruit Position. It has grown for over a hundred years and is now as grand as a canopy of clouds.

Mountain Gate disciples who sit under it can use the Bodhi Tree to increase wisdom and comprehend Buddhist principles for a more effective cultivation, also having a powerful effect against evil thoughts.”

Wang Xuan nodded. This Bodhi Tree, as vigorous as a dragon, was undoubtedly among the Upper Grade of Immortal plants, unseen in the outside world.

Mingxin led the two on a tour of the mountain. This area would be Xiaowei’s place of residence for a long time to come.

“This Lotus Pool is planted entirely with Buddha Lotus and can be refined into a Lotus Seat that provides excellent defense while also gathering purity and expelling filth, allowing disciples to cultivate outside without impeding progress.

The Golden Body Pool was refined using various Spiritual Objects and Earth Milk from the Earth Veins of Wuyou Mountain. Bathing in it for an extended period greatly benefits the Condensing of a Golden Body—my Glazed Dharma Body was refined here.”

Mingxin personally guided Wang Xuan around these important places in the Mountain Gate, but Wang Xuan’s identity warranted such treatment.

Wang Xuan praised, “This place is deeply rooted indeed—it is an excellent place for cultivation.”

He looked up, seeing a location in the void where golden light shone brightly, a figure stepping on a Lotus Platform, and lotuses of gold sprouting from the earth, blooming into celestial flowers at every step as they descended onto Wuyou Mountain.

“Greetings, Senior Puji,” Wang Xuan bowed respectfully.

“How has your master, He the Sixth, been recently?” Puji asked with a smile.

“The same as always,” Wang Xuan replied.

Puji nodded, “Good.”

Compared to Xiaowei, he actually preferred Wang Xuan to become his disciple, but unfortunately, He Fang had acted a bit sooner.

Moreover, he thought that if Wang Xuan doesn’t become a true Buddha or divine figure, he might become a peerless Great Demon; the former is fine, but the latter is a path of losing control.

The human heart is unpredictable, so naturally, Wang Xuan’s future is also unpredictable; it’s He Fang who should worry about it, not him.

“I’m surprised you sent Xiaowei here; she really wanted to stay in the secular world and was reluctant to come up the mountain, which has always been a headache for me.”

Puji’s words made the little girl purse her lips; she thought, haven’t I come after all?

He patted Su Xiaowei on the head and said, “Don’t worry, this is not your cage. If you feel bothered, or miss home, you can return anytime to stay for a while.”

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaowei nodded heavily, finally finding a kind face in the old monk.

This unfamiliar place appeared so sacred and unique; every blade of grass and tree seemed extraordinary, and treasures could easily be picked up.

Every novice monk was full of spirituality, making Su Xiaowei feel for the first time that her past intelligence and cleverness were not that outstanding here.

Feeling lost, she clung to Wang Xuan’s hand, which seemed to give her a lot of security.

“Wang Xuan, can you stay here with me for a few days? Just a few days,” Su Xiaowei pleaded.

Wang Xuan hesitated: “Let’s see what Senior Puji thinks; it’s not appropriate for an outsider like me to stay in Precious Light Temple.”

Puji smiled: “It’s fine to stay for a few days, and you can also watch the girl’s initiation ceremony.”

“After you leave, will you come back to see me?” Su Xiaowei’s pitiful look was heart-wrenching.

Wang Xuan shook his head, hardening his heart: “Precious Light Temple is the Land of Immortal; it’s not a place I can come to whenever I want under normal circumstances.”

“Then I’ll just go down the mountain myself to New District to see Aunt Yu Zhen and Qiubai, and then I can meet you.”

Su Xiaowei’s mind worked well; she thought she had found a good solution.

Wang Xuan smiled, as he originally wanted the little girl to stay away from him and not be influenced by him. This entirely new place, Precious Light Temple, was enough to wash away her previous thoughts.

Memory is like a lake; when the inflow changes, over time, the lake of one’s memory will naturally fade from its original influences.

“Most of the time, I’ll probably be cultivating at the Mountain Gate, and I fear I won’t be able to come out freely either.”

Wang Xuan’s words made Su Xiaowei pout, feeling as if Wang Xuan was always coaxing her to stay as far away as possible.

“Hmph! Liar!”

With only ten true disciples at Wuyou Mountain, Su Xiaowei was taken to prepare for her initiation ceremony, leaving Puji and Wang Xuan some time alone together.

“Wang Xuan, you originally hoped for Xiaowei to stay in the secular world for a while longer; why did you bring her here yourself?” Puji asked.

“Precious Light Temple is an Immortal Holy Land, with your care, her future will be boundless. It’s good for her to come early,” Wang Xuan replied.

Puji shook his head: “A girl’s mind is not beyond me; I’m not senile yet, it’s clear to see.”

“It’s hard to say,” Wang Xuan replied.

Puji said: “There’s nothing hard to say; the Buddhist Sect doesn’t mind such matters. Small love comes before great love; you have to pick it up before you can lay it down.

As for her future, she needs to choose it herself; I won’t force it.

If one day she wants to return to the secular life, then so be it.”

“You are truly virtuous, senior,” Wang Xuan said.

He sent Su Xiaowei here only because he suddenly realized his influence on the girl was too great; since that was the case, it was better not to see each other again.

Two days passed quickly, and when the little girl appeared with a shaved head, Wang Xuan was ready to leave Precious Light Temple.

“It’s really true; Xiaowei, just look at your shaved head, it’s better-looking than others’.”

Jokingly, Wang Xuan touched her smooth head, where green roots were still visible.

“So ugly.” Su Xiaowei frowned.

Wang Xuan said: “It’s okay; with enough cultivation, you can grow your hair long in a day or two, it’s nothing to worry about.

Since you’re settled here, it’s time for me to go.”

Su Xiaowei, feeling reluctant, asked: “When will you come to see me?!”

“When you grow up,” Wang Xuan waved his hand, and his figure instantly disappeared.

(I suddenly realized the plot has been quite bland these days; it’s a death-wish pace. The extra chapters from last month’s votes have been cleared, no more debts!)

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