At the same time, inside the Sutra Pavilion.

With the integration of golden scriptures, Wang Li's slightly thin body shrouded in gray monk's robes suddenly slowly floated out a petal.

This petal is very full, with the inside transitioning from milky white to pink, and the outer layer is coated with a light golden glow.

If there is one, then there are two.

Immediately afterwards, more and more lotus petals poured out one after another. Listening to them flying freely in the air without wind, the golden light gradually became denser, making the gray monk's robes and white cheeks seem to be coated with a layer of golden light.

Gold powder.

Outside the Sutra Pavilion.

The old monk Qingchi suddenly stood up again, turned around, and the golden light in his eyes suddenly shined, and it was three feet away from the body.

His gaze penetrated the attic and was firmly fixed on Wang Li. His lips couldn't stop trembling, and his voice couldn't suppress a slight tremor: "The poor monk...may have really seen the Tathagata!"


Chapter completed!