Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

The young monk bowed slightly, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and spoke.

"The abbot is in his meditation room, but..."

However, the following statements are usually followed by excuses such as "I haven't finished my homework," "I have guests already," or "I don't see any outsiders."

Tens of thousands of tourists visit the Wooden Buddha Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha every day.

Many people want to see the abbot, but as the manager of a temple, he naturally cannot meet with just anyone.

It depends on "fate".

"Please inform the young master."

Hu Long naturally understood this as well.

"I am willing to contribute 100,000 incense offerings to this precious temple, and I only ask that the abbot spare some time to resolve the worldly confusion in my heart."

Hu Long spoke the words "ten thousand" lightly.

But when this reached the ears of the guest monk, it caused the fingertips of the man holding the prayer beads to pause almost imperceptibly.

He clasped his hands together again, this time bending his waist a little deeper than before.

"Amitabha Buddha, the benefactor's kindness is immeasurable."

He turned sideways and led Hu Long to a corridor behind the hall that was half-hidden by a curtain.

At the same time, the voice was lowered, but the second half of the sentence was clearly delivered to Hu Long's ears.

"As the abbot often says, those with affinity will come at any time. Benefactor, please follow this monk."

Upon hearing this, Hu Long nodded slightly, showing no surprise on his face, and followed after him.

A true Buddha may be able to be without desires, but a monk may not be.

Because monks are ultimately human beings, even though they are in the Buddhist order, they cannot escape human nature.

While there are certainly a few eminent monks and virtuous masters with selfless thoughts, they are extremely rare.

The vast majority of monks, like ordinary people, experience ordinary joys, sorrows, and desires.

This principle applies everywhere.

As the two departed, the recorded chanting in the main hall continued as before, and the smoke from the incense burner rose straight up, filling the hall with a hazy mist that made it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

The tourists below knelt on prayer cushions, earnestly praying for their wishes.

……

This is a small meditation room, simply furnished.

On the front wall hangs a huge black Buddhist mantra against a bright yellow background, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Below, a plump, fair-skinned middle-aged monk sits upright on a futon, his eyes closed in meditation.

"This is our abbot, Zen Master Shankong."

The guiding monk whispered:

"Abbot, this benefactor intends to donate 100,000 incense sticks and requests your guidance and understanding."

Upon hearing the sound, the monk, who had seemed to be in deep meditation, slowly opened his eyes.

"Amitabha Buddha, Abbot, please help me!"

Hu Long put his hands together and devoutly chanted a Buddhist mantra, looking every bit like a devout Buddhist.

He then took two quick steps forward, bowed, and grasped the other person's hands with earnestness.

This sudden closeness startled Zen Master Shankong slightly, and he instinctively tried to pull his hand away.

However, Hu Long had already relaxed first.

"I'm sorry, I got a little excited... I hope the abbot won't take offense."

He clasped his hands in apology, his tone sincere.

Shan Kong's lips moved slightly, but he remained silent.

Looking up, one could see that the newcomer was well-dressed and had an extraordinary demeanor, clearly a kind and generous person.

Monks should cultivate good relationships, but they don't need to be too particular about formalities.

He relaxed his brows and said slowly:

"Amitabha Buddha, please speak freely about any concerns you may have."

……

Ten minutes later.

Hu Long left the meditation room.

He casually put the blessing gift he received into his pocket.

His brows furrowed slightly.

A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Based on the test using the panel just now.

He discovered that it wasn't just these ordinary monks, but even the abbot who looked like a highly accomplished monk.

They were all just ordinary people.

His expertise lies in nothing more than health exercises and rituals for the deceased.

These are all ordinary skills and do not possess any extraordinary power.

That abbot didn't even have a single skill he was proficient in; he was practically a useless person.

I don't know how he became the abbot.

but.

Even if you don't get what you want.

Hu Long also donated 100,000 yuan as incense money.

After all, there are eerie figures, so it's not impossible that there might be a Buddha among them.

He can't afford the punishment if he's found to be lying.

Of course, the most important point.

He is not short of money at all now.

Yesterday, He Yanling gave him a bank card.

There are three million in it.

So 100,000 is just a drop in the ocean for him, it's nothing at all.

Having gained nothing, Hu Long didn't linger any longer and turned to leave.

To make it easier for tourists, the Wooden Buddha Temple has two paths, one on the left and one on the right, one for entering and one for exiting.

now.

Hu Long followed the signs for the exit and went forward with the tourists.

However, halfway there, he suddenly stopped.

The reason for this was that a line of silver writing was rapidly fading away in front of Hu Long's eyes.

[Source value +0.01 strand]

"Source value?"

Hu Longmei raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat surprised.

I glanced around; it was a sunny day.

But it was still early; the sky was just beginning to lighten, and the sun had not yet fully risen.

Furthermore, the section of the route he was standing on was blocked by the shadows of the trees, so there was no sunlight at all. Logically, it should not be possible for his source value to increase.

But now the source value has increased, which is obviously abnormal.

He suddenly seemed to be deep in thought, and turned to look around.

On one side is the wall of a temple, and on the other side is an undulating, mottled rock wall with niches of varying sizes carved into it.

Inside are wooden Buddha statues of various shapes and sizes, with bodhisattvas with lowered brows, Buddhas with solemnity, and arhats with reverence.

Occasionally, a few tourists would pause in front of a statue, clasp their hands in silent prayer, and then quietly leave after a moment.

After thinking for a moment, he tentatively walked toward the nearest statue that was directly in front of him.

It was a three-meter-tall wooden statue of a Bodhisattva with a kind and benevolent face.

He stood smiling on a lotus platform, his hands forming a mudra, with black char marks on the platform.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that this statue is somewhat unnatural, and the body is too new.

[Source value +0.01 strand]

Suddenly, the familiar handwriting reappeared.

"Is it really related to this Bodhisattva?"

A strange light flashed in Hu Long's eyes.

quicken your pace and move forward.

When he arrived in front of this wooden Bodhisattva statue.

The source value has increased by a total of 0.03 strands.

This is equivalent to him sunbathing for three hours.

At this moment.

He was now certain that the source of the value was inextricably linked to the wooden Bodhisattva statue before him.

He paused for a moment.

The source value was found to have stopped increasing.

It seems like everything we just saw was an illusion.

However, the increasing value in the source value column clearly reminded Hu Long that all of this was real.

"Does it require touching?"

Thinking of this.

He approached and reached out to touch the lotus-shaped stone platform.

Perhaps because the Buddha statues here are all newly carved wooden sculptures, rather than the old objects enshrined in the temple, there are no railings around them, only a sign that reads "Do Not Touch".

But Hu Long still saw many tourists reaching out to touch it.

"The 'Do Not Touch' sign is over there; there isn't one here."

He muttered to himself, and his hand followed suit.

However, the source value still doesn't give any hints.

However, Hu Long was still somewhat unwilling to give up.

He touched it all over with his palm.

Unfortunately, there was still no reaction, but just as Hu Long was about to remove his hand...

Suddenly, lines of text began to appear before my eyes.

[Source value +0.01 strand]

[Source value +0.01 strand]

[Source value +0.01 strand]

……