Chapter 112: The Scripture Pavilion and the Treasure Vault
Dream-Making Expert
“Thanks, Brother Fahai!”
“Long live Brother Fahai!”
“May Brother Fahai enjoy immortal fortune and live as long as heaven and earth.”
“I support Brother Fahai as the next Abbot and Head of Kongxiang Temple.”
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They were thrilled.
Every single one of them was thrilled.
The substitutes had entered Kongxiang Temple intending to follow the guides left by their predecessors and honestly play the role of Kongxiang Temple disciples.
The Foundation Establishment cultivators who chanted scriptures, swept floors, worshipped Buddha, and burned incense.
Under Lin Qi’s unorthodox methods, all of them had gotten a little thrilled.
In the past, only heaven-bestowed talents could serve as Core Disciples, and a single inheritance would produce only two or three.
Now, as long as one shouted “Thanks, Brother Fahai,” they could immediately receive it.
The vast Kongxiang Temple suddenly stood before them as if it had no pants on. All kinds of inheritances and treasures were laid out for them to choose and exchange.
Though they still had to first obtain enough contribution points.
But the contribution points a Core Disciple could obtain were not something other disciples could compare to.
For example, reading the same Buddhist scriptures.
An Outer Disciple reading one Buddhist scripture earned only a single point of contribution.
But a Core Disciple reading one Buddhist scripture earned hundreds to thousands of contribution points.
Such a vast difference in treatment.
Made the Foundation Establishment cultivators who had entered Kongxiang Temple abandon all pretense.
Many of them had not even gotten a clear look at Lin Qi before hurriedly shouting “Thanks, Brother Fahai.”
Truly, one could go a lifetime without meeting Brother Fahai and still be a Core Disciple in vain.
Lin Qi accepted everyone without refusal.
Kongxiang Temple had named him Son of Buddha, clearly with something sinister in mind.
He did not know where exactly the scheme lay.
But that did not stop him from using the authority of the Son of Buddha to win people over.
While testing Kongxiang Temple’s bottom line, he also borrowed the strength of the crowd to investigate what exactly Kongxiang Temple wanted from him.
Though he already had a faint guess.
After all, the places where he differed from others were only two.
His identity as a transmigrator and his talent for entering dreams.
He just did not know which one it was because of.
Thronged by tens of thousands, amid mountain-shaking and sea-roaring cries, Lin Qi remained calm and rational.
He was not blinded by the illusions before him.
He led the crowd, parading ostentatiously, and made a circuit along Kongxiang Temple.
After seeing that no Great Monk came out to stop them along the way.
He finally waved his hand, signaling everyone to disperse, leaving only Jian Wuming and Ye Qianli.
“Come. First accompany me to the Scripture Pavilion.”
Though he actually very much wanted to get his hands on Nanming Lihuo first.
Lin Qi decided to hold back, lest someone detect that he too had something he sought.