I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

In the dim light, Jieyuhua seemed to see that figure guiding him forward.

As he climbed higher, the pain subsided, and the figure in front of him never looked back until it led him to the top of the steps, at which point it completely vanished.

Xie Yuhua lay alone on the cold, hard platform. Ling Xiao stood quietly beside him, like an unshakeable mountain. His bright red cassock fluttered gently in the wind, brushing against Xie Yuhua's pale face.

Ling Xiao looked down at him with eyes that showed no emotion whatsoever, as if the person in front of him was nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust.

He looked down at Jieyuhua lying on the ground and said slowly in a flat, unwavering voice, "Amitabha. If you truly wish to achieve your goal, you must sincerely recite Buddhist scriptures under the Buddha statue for seven days. At that time, the Buddha will naturally see your sincere heart."

Xie Yuhua struggled to open his eyes. The blinding light made him instinctively want to hide under the fabric of Lingxiao's kasaya. His heart was still heavy with sorrow. It was clearly the same person, so why did he have so many different appearances? The person who had pulled him up the mountain and given him support just a second ago could be so heartless the next. In the end, he could only weakly ask, "If I just chant for seven days, will he get better?"

Faced with Jieyuhua's expectant question, Ling Xiao simply put his hands together, bowed slightly, and uttered four words: "May Buddha have mercy."

"That would be best." Jieyu Hua struggled to his feet, and only after seeing him get up did Ling Xiao leave his side to fetch the scriptures for him.

Jieyuhua snatched the scriptures from his hand and staggered into the hall.

Just as Jieyuhua was walking away into the distance, a voice drifted from behind: "Sincerity brings miracles." The voice was devoid of any warmth, like a cold wind in a freezing night, making one's heart tremble.

Jieyuhua seemed not to hear him, and walked steadily into the hall. Upon entering, his gaze was immediately drawn to an old monk sitting upright in the center. The old monk appeared to have been sitting there in meditation for a long time, as if he had become one with the hall.

Although Xie Yuhua's arrival caused a slight commotion, the old monk remained as still as a statue, not even lifting his eyelids, let alone uttering a single word. However, just as Xie Yuhua had gained her footing, the old monk, using some unknown method, suddenly slammed the previously open temple doors shut with a loud bang! This unexpected turn of events caused Xie Yuhua to frown.

Then the sound of striking the wooden fish came out. Xieyuhua did not understand what the old monk was doing. He only knew that he had something necessary to do. So he went to another cushion, knelt down, took out the Buddhist scripture and began to recite it in a proper manner.

The bell that had been hanging quietly on her wrist suddenly began to shake violently, making a crisp and rapid sound. At the same time, a cold wind howled past outside, rustling the leaves around her and slamming them against the doors and windows.

The old monk sitting on the futon with his eyes closed, intently striking the wooden fish, also stopped what he was doing. He slowly opened his eyes and looked straight at Xie Yuhua's wrist, a look of surprise on his face.

After a moment of silence, the old monk finally spoke: "You're reciting the Diamond Sutra? For someone who can't be reincarnated?"