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After confirming the contents of the cup, everyone raised their glasses, and Elder Tong noticed their little gestures, smiling knowingly.
As the fine wine flowed, the atmosphere became lively. Elder Tong engaged in conversation with nearly everyone, subtly increasing their fondness for him. Gradually, the discussions grew more animated. Seizing the moment, Sang Qingxiao asked Elder Tong about the Divine Script that he had mentioned earlier, which had helped Misha withstand the thunder tribulation. "What an impressive Divine Script! But what exactly is it?"
Elder Tong explained, "The Divine Script, as the name suggests, is the language used to communicate with the Upper Realm. The Divine Script from the Upper Realm naturally has an advantage when countering the thunder tribulation from this small world."
"When I was in the Upper Realm, I had heard rumors about the Qilin Clan for a long time. Who would have thought that such a creature could be nurtured in this barren land? Judging by its age, it must be less than a hundred years old—what incredible talent and comprehension! Moreover, it has a foundation in Buddha Cultivation; at such a young age, its Merit is no less than that of Buddha Cultivation practitioners in the Upper Realm."
"Upper Realm Buddha Cultivation is often pretentious; their so-called compassion is merely talk. But this one is different—its eyes radiate kindness and righteousness. No wonder the Heavenly Dao favors it."
"The Heavenly Dao could not bear to see the only Qilin in existence perish in the thunder tribulation, so it granted the Divine Script to help resist it. It wanted to assist without being too obvious; otherwise, the thunder tribulation would lose its meaning. Fortunately, it figured it out on its own and will surely pass through this tribulation safely."
Elder Tong praised Misha profusely, leaving Sang Qingxiao feeling embarrassed. Misha had taken many lives; regardless of whether those killed were good or bad, such actions were viewed as sins in orthodox Buddha Cultivation.
The edict from Puzhao Temple had been hanging for nearly ten years, and Misha bore the title of Demon Monk—everyone sought to eliminate him. Compassion? Righteousness? How exaggerated!
As their conversation continued, Elder Tong occasionally steered the topic back to Misha, seemingly probing for information. Just when Sang Qingxiao felt alert to his intentions, Elder Tong would deftly change the subject again—he was quite shrewd and left no leverage to grasp.
Sang Qingxiao took this opportunity to inquire further about Misha's origins from Puzhao Temple and mentioned that something significant had happened there more than a decade ago. "I wonder if you have heard anything about it?"
"Significant?" Elder Tong pondered for a moment but couldn't recall anything specific. Perhaps he had heard something but couldn't remember due to his age. After all, he had been living in seclusion in recent years and might have missed some news.
"As for this matter regarding Ascend," Sang Qingxiao continued, "I thought you might be interested."
Elder Tong perked up at these words and leaned closer. "Oh? Do tell."
Master Wulian, Misha's mentor, ascended more than a decade ago. Before him, dozens of Holy Monks had successfully ascended as well. Among them, only Master Wulian was truly recognized by the Heavenly Dao.
On that day, colorful clouds stretched across the sky, and celestial sounds resonated in harmony. Additionally, One Hundred and Eight Shas were being worshipped within Puzhao Temple. The relationship between Daoist and Buddhist teachings had always been amicable, so how could Elder Tong, as the Daoist Temple Master, not have heard a single whisper of news?
Even if he used his old age and solitary life as an excuse, Sang Qingxiao still found it hard to believe that he was uninterested in ascension. For Elder Tong, ascension was a means of prolonging life; who would ever complain about living longer?
It turned out that I had been ignorant; this barren land had produced so many exceptional individuals in succession. But ascension? Elder Tong scoffed lightly, uttering words of disbelief. It was utterly impossible!
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