Chapter 1271 - 398: The Light of Merit, Box_3
Xuetuan naturally understood this and strongly agreed with Mo Yan’s argument.
While they conversed, the group arrived at the Great Treasure Hall. Gazing upon the compassionate Buddha, Mo Yan, with a heart free of distractions, knelt with her family on the meditation cushions in earnest prayer.
The Six Beasts followed them inside as well. Liaokong saw this and did not stop them; as if unaware they were fierce wild beasts, he even had the Little Novice Monk bring over six additional cushions.
The Six Beasts, now seated in a row, sniffed at Liaokong’s action with disdain. They were ferocious beasts, and they did not believe in the Buddha, so why kneel before him? However, they were aware of where they were and did not make trouble. Even Little Flower, who usually loved to play, remained still and quietly watched the praying Mo Family members with an air of indignation.
Mo Yan pressed her palms together and slowly closed her eyes to pray to the Buddha. What was her wish? It seemed as though she had one, yet it also seemed like she did not. She hoped her family would stay healthy and safe, yearned to support a loved one for a lifetime and grow old together, and wished that Xuetuan would soon be able to transform and gain freedom... But these things she could accomplish on her own, and it seemed as if praying to the Buddha would be of little use if she could not.
Abbot Liaokong quietly observed from the side, his gaze seemingly fixed on the Mo Family members, but a careful observation would reveal that from beginning to end, his sight lingered on Mo Yan with an incredulous expression.
Ordinary people could not see it, but as an enlightened monk, Liaokong could observe a person’s aura. In his eyes, Mo Yan was like a cocoon glowing with golden light, with the aura surrounding her almost searing his eyes, making it hard for him to look directly at her.
This golden light was none other than the radiance of accumulated virtue.
Mo Yan had been reincarnated nine times, and this life was her tenth. From her first life, she had been ceaselessly accumulating virtue. By now, these virtues had condensed into a golden sphere invisible to ordinary people, enveloping her entirely like a giant golden cocoon, to the extent that even Liaokong could not discern her specific features.
Such profound virtue, Liaokong had only seen in one other person before. He withdrew his gaze, which then inadvertently fell upon Xiao Ruiyuan, kneeling next to Mo Yan, and a more intense color of surprise emerged in his eyes.