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The onlookers, even those who knew him, gazed at him with a hint of reverence. The Little Buddha felt somewhat lightheaded under such scrutiny. As he stepped down from the Lotus Throne, he stumbled, stepping on his own foot and embarrassing himself.
A small hand peeked out from the crowd; the Office of Censors was searching for Sang Qingxiao. Upon seeing her encouraging gaze, along with Meow Meow and Buddha Treasure cheering him on, the Office of Censors gradually regained composure.
Turning back to the stage, he spotted Wisdom Supreme and exclaimed angrily, "Wisdom Supreme, you unfilial disciple! You saw me fall in front of the Advisor and didn’t even bother to help! Even though you have that wooden expression, I can still tell you were stifling a laugh. Don’t you have any sense of filial piety? Can't you stand to see me do well?"
The Little Buddha was also unsure about his standing in Puzhao Temple. The highest authority there had previously been Yuanhui, who had once bowed to him. Therefore, he must be senior to Wisdom Supreme; his grandfather couldn’t be wrong!
Wisdom Supreme opened his mouth several times but didn’t know how to respond. He hadn’t actually been stifling a laugh; rather, he hadn’t expected that even though this child was a Buddha Child, could he really recognize all the characters in the Sutra? Could he read the obscure Melody clearly?
Wasn’t this just nonsense?
Yet it was a clever move! It just happened to counter him!
Although Wisdom Supreme had studied Evil Arts, he still considered himself part of Puzhao Temple. Some hierarchies and rules were ingrained in him.
Just as he was about to make a move, the rune-woven lotus throne unexpectedly flew above his head. After dissipating, it fell like fine rain onto his clothes and vanished immediately.
Feeling a sense of caution, Wisdom Supreme circulated his internal energy. After a full cycle without any results, he glanced at Sang Qingxiao and noticed her attention wasn’t on him. He suppressed his doubts and stood up to approach the Office of Censors.
With Wisdom Supreme’s support, the Office of Censors steadied herself and shook off his hand, pouting as she walked to the center of the stage. With a little wiggle of her bottom, she pushed Wisdom Supreme's cushion aside.
From her small pouch, she took out a pink pig-shaped cushion. After sitting down on it and using its softness to sway side to side for a moment, she finally managed to position her short legs into a meditative posture.
Seeing that Wisdom Supreme was still standing by the edge of the stage, the Little Buddha waved impatiently at him. "I calculated it; it's almost time! Hurry up and sit down for the ritual so we don’t miss it."
Originally, the ritual was just a formality for him; Wisdom Supreme hadn’t planned on taking it seriously—just some superficial gestures to appease everyone.
But seeing the Buddha Child so earnest made him decide to play along and also check on what he had learned these past few days.
Wisdom Supreme sat down neatly beside him.
The sound of Muyu began to resonate.
Wisdom Supreme nodded inwardly; it sounded good—steady and soothing. The atmosphere lifted as laughter among the crowd gradually faded away. Occasionally, one could hear whispers of "Namo Amitabha."
Then came the child's sweet recitation. It must be said that it was quite good—clearly inheriting Misha's true teachings, filled with his essence.
While others found it pleasant to listen to, Wisdom Supreme gradually began to breathe heavily as an inexplicable familiar impulse surged within him—one he couldn’t suppress.
He realized that he seemed to have fallen back into the enchantment Misha brought him. Past feelings of jealousy toward Misha surfaced one by one in his mind—unshakeable and inescapable.
Meanwhile, high above, Xuande Emperor was not faring much better. At first, he found the child's recitation melodious; however, as he listened more intently, he found himself seeing a weak and inept version of himself—a sight he could not tolerate or accept. In a fit of rage, he grabbed something nearby and hurled it violently.
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