Dorm Duo Survival: What Did You Do to the School Beauty?

"Lin Yuan, let's continue on our way. We'll be at Zun Shen Temple soon," Zhuoma said weakly.

"Okay, sure."

Lin Yuan nodded in agreement, his heart filled with excitement; the moment was finally here.

He carefully lifted Zhuoma onto the carriage, then turned over and sat in the driver's seat, gripped the reins tightly, gave a soft shout, and urged the carriage to slowly drive away from this dangerous place.

The carriage rolled over the earth still reeking of death, and with each turn of its wheels, it bid farewell to the treacherous Yin Kui Forest.

The eerie forest behind him gradually shrank, eventually turning into a blurry black shadow that disappeared into the distance.

Ahead was no longer the decaying and desolate eerie realm, but a narrow and dark path. The road was paved with bluestone slabs that gleamed with a cold light, and half-withered ghost grass grew on both sides. The mist was thin and carried a faint, almost imperceptible, sacred aura, completely different from the sinister atmosphere of the Yin Puppet Forest.

The carriage traveled smoothly and quietly on the dark road, with only the soft sound of wheels rolling over the stone slabs. Zhuoma leaned against the carriage, closed her eyes to rest, her small brows slightly relaxed, as if she could sense the light ahead.

Lin Yuan gradually loosened his grip on the reins, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, hoping there wouldn't be any more accidents...

Before half an incense stick's time had passed, the mist ahead of the path suddenly dissipated, revealing a dazzling golden gate standing at the end of the road. Soft light flowed around the edges of the gate, dispelling all gloom.

Behind the door, everything was blurry. Was this the exit to reality?

Lin Yuan's pupils contracted, and he abruptly pulled on the reins, bringing the carriage to a steady stop.

He jumped out of the carriage, lifted the curtain, and carried Zhuoma out. The two stood side by side on the dark road, staring at the light gate that was so close at hand, their hearts pounding wildly.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, his voice filled with barely concealed excitement and trepidation. He looked down at Zhuoma beside him and asked earnestly, "Zhuoma, if we go through this exit, will we reach our destination—Zunshen Temple?"

Zhuoma lifted her small face, her dark eyes clear and bright. Most of her previous fatigue had vanished. She gazed at the golden gate of light, nodded firmly, and said with absolute certainty, "That's right, Lin Yuan, once we pass through here, we'll reach the Zun Shen Temple! I can feel it; the temple is on the other side of the exit, calling to me!"

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, the last weight lifted from Lin Yuan's heart.

"Let's go! Let's get out!"

As soon as Lin Yuan finished speaking, he took Zhuoma and drove towards the golden light gate.

The moment they entered the portal, a gentle yet powerful force enveloped them. There was no pain, only a slight dizziness, as if they were passing through a thin curtain of water.

The sound of the wind and the deathly silence of the eerie path vanished instantly, replaced by the crisp chirping of birds, fresh air, and warm sunshine that bathed me, comforting me and dispelling all the chill brought by the eerie realm.

The dizziness vanished in an instant, and Lin Yuan and Zhuoma landed steadily. They opened their eyes and were immediately captivated by the scene before them.

A magnificent temple stands atop a green mountain, backed by ancient pines and cypresses and facing a sea of ​​clouds. Constructed entirely of white marble and sandalwood, its eaves are adorned with dragons and phoenixes, and its vermilion gates are solemn and dignified. Layer upon layer of halls are built against the mountain, creating a grand and imposing structure that pierces the sky.

Above the main entrance of the temple hangs a huge black and gold plaque with three gilded characters engraved on it, written in a powerful and majestic style: Zun Shen Temple.

Sunlight shines on the plaque, making the gilded characters gleam and exuding a sacred aura that inspires awe.

This is not a phantom scene from a ghostly realm, but a real ancient temple that has existed in the real world for thousands of years, their final destination!

Just as the two were immersed in their excitement, a melodious and serene Buddhist chant suddenly emanated from the depths of the temple.

The chanting of Buddhist hymns, like a clear spring flowing or a chorus of bells and drums, spread throughout the entire mountain forest, bringing peace to the mind and dispelling all distracting thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, golden light surged above Zunshen Temple, and an enormous phantom of Buddha slowly condensed and took shape, hovering above the sea of ​​clouds.

The Buddha's illusory image is solemn and dignified, draped in a golden robe, with a compassionate and serene face, surrounded by seven-colored Buddha light, seated on a lotus platform amidst auspicious clouds, his Dharma image reaching to the heavens and the earth, embodying both majesty and compassion.

The phantom slowly rotated, and its tightly closed eyes finally opened slowly.

The Buddha's gaze was gentle and profound, piercing through layers of clouds and landing directly on Drolma. He did not look at anyone else, as if he had been waiting for her for a long time, spanning a thousand years.

His gaze was filled with love and expectation, echoing the Buddhist power in Droma's bloodline, causing her small body to tremble slightly. A faint golden light reappeared between her brows, merging with the light of the Buddha's phantom.

Lin Yuan stood tightly beside Zhuoma, looking up at the earth-shattering scene, feeling somewhat shocked. What an amazing phenomenon!

Before the two could react, the vermilion gates of Zun Shen Temple burst open, and hundreds of monks dressed in plain robes filed out. Holding prayer beads, with devout expressions and orderly steps, they quickly approached Zhuoma and bowed respectfully in unison.

The elderly monk at the head of the group, with his flowing white beard and staff in hand, spoke with eyes full of excitement and reverence, his voice booming and echoing throughout the heavens and earth: "May the Buddha have mercy! We respectfully welcome the reincarnation of the Buddha back to the temple to preside over the Dharma!"

The monks joined in unison, their chants and praises echoing amidst the green mountains and sea of ​​clouds: "Welcome back to the temple to receive the incarnation of the Buddha and preside over the Dharma!"

Zhuoma stood still, her small face showing no sign of panic, only an innate calmness and solemnity.

She looked up at the phantom of Buddha in the sky, then at the respectful monk in front of her, as if she remembered something, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips.

Lin Yuan stood beside her, his heart filled with mixed emotions. His advancement mission was complete!

At the same time, a notification message pops up!

[Player Lin Yuan, advancement quest completed!]

[You have earned the qualification to advance!]

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