The meditation room was filled with a faint scent of herbs, mixed with the smell of burnt incense.

Before Jiang Shuyue could perform the Buddhist ritual, Master Huiyuan said to her, "Please follow this humble monk to the Baoguang Hall, benefactor."

The young novice was astonished. That was a place where the relics of eminent monks were enshrined. Even when royalty came, his master never invited them in.

The young novice monk didn't dare to ask any more questions and was about to follow them.

"You don't need to follow along, just go about your own business."

The young novice monk immediately stopped.

"Miss, I..."

Qiu Ju looked up at Jiang Shuyue, unsure whether to follow or not.

Jiang Shuyue was also puzzled. Could it be that Master Huiyuan had seen through her transmigration and sent everyone else away so he could speak to her alone?

She pointed to the meditation cushion in the meditation room, "You just sit there and wait."

The Baoguang Hall is on the second floor.

With mixed feelings, Jiang Shuyue followed Master Huiyuan toward the Baoguang Hall.

Magnificent temples stand side by side, occupying the entire mountaintop.

Walking up to the second floor and looking out from the corridor, you can see all the rooftops, high and low, and the glazed tiles on the temple roofs are magnificent and spectacular.

Jiang Shuyue clicked her tongue in amazement. As expected of the temple closest to the capital, the late emperor must have allocated a lot of silver for it.

"Does the benefactor know about relics?"

Master Huiyuan stopped and pushed open a large door next to him.

Golden light immediately poured out of the room.

In the center of the room was a small golden tower, and scriptures were placed around it.

Jiang Shuyue certainly knew what a relic was.

In Famen Temple in Shaanxi Province, a finger bone relic of Sakyamuni Buddha is still enshrined, dating back at least 2,500 years to the time she traveled through time.

There is also the Great Bao'en Temple in Nanjing. It houses the world's only true relic of the Buddha's skull, which is extremely precious.

Jiang Shuyue was fortunate enough to visit the temple with her mentor in her previous life.

She later learned that if it weren't for her mentor's friend having extraordinary abilities to give them special treatment, they wouldn't have even been able to enter the hall where the relics were enshrined.

She heard that there were several other places where relics were also enshrined, but she would never have the chance to see them again.

Jiang Shuyue approached the pagoda and asked softly, "Are the relics that the master mentioned enshrined here?"

She had a vague feeling that Master Huiyuan had seen through her origins.

Otherwise, why would I bring her to see such a precious relic, which is considered a national treasure, for no apparent reason?

She neither nodded nor denied knowing about the relics.

Master Huiyuan stood firmly in front of the golden pagoda. “Master Jingkong passed down his mantle, and this humble monk has only comprehended a part of it. You have come from afar, so you must be familiar with the books left by Master Jingkong, right?”

Jiang Shuyue was only focused on looking at the relics and the glittering golden pagoda.

She was wondering if the tower was made of real gold or gilded; if it was real gold, it would be incredibly valuable.

The monks of Qinglian Temple should no longer refer to themselves as "poor monks".

If we're talking about poverty, it has to be ourselves.

"Books? What books?"

Jiang Shuyue completely ignored the master's words that came from afar.

Master Huiyuan pulled a book out from under the scriptures.

...Compendium of Materia Medica

The sight of those few simplified Chinese characters sent chills down Jiang Shuyue's spine, as if she had been struck by lightning.

It turns out that Master Jingkong was a time traveler.

She swallowed hard and looked up at the relics inside the pagoda.

He thought to himself, "Senior, you came with a book, but I came with nothing."

No, I haven't even finished paying off my Alipay bill, so what did I bring with me?

If you do more good deeds that benefit the country and the people, will you be able to burn two relics to leave for future generations to admire a hundred years from now?

Thinking that she was already a mother herself, she immediately dismissed the idea.

“This humble monk was right. You do indeed recognize the words on this. Master Jingkong had long ago foretold that you would come with treasures, riding on auspicious clouds, to save the people from suffering.”

Master Huiyuan became more and more excited as he spoke, looking at Jiang Shuyue with the same reverence he would show when looking at relics.

Jiang Shuyue: "..."

I didn't arrive riding on auspicious clouds; I clearly stepped in dog poop the moment I arrived.

Jiang Shuyue accepted the "Compendium of Materia Medica" handed to her by Master Huiyuan with both hands, and gave a bitter smile.

"Master, you flatter me. I am not capable of such a thing."

At this moment, Jiang Shuyue was even more certain that she was a transmigrator who had come with a mission.

She had nowhere to hide in front of Master Huiyuan.

She flipped through a few pages and then frankly said, "I do know the words on these pages. What would you like to know, Master? I'll write it down for you right away."

“Master Jingkong predicted that you would come. He left a will that when you come, he would give you this book and ask you to develop an antidote to the epidemic as soon as possible.”

"The epidemic?"

Jiang Shuyue's head was buzzing. Medical care here was backward, and if an epidemic really broke out, it would be no joke.

She looked up at the date of Master Jingkong's passing recorded on the golden pagoda.

It has been more than two hundred years since then, which means that Master Huiyuan is the nth generation of guardian.

It's amazing that Master Jingkong could know what would happen more than two hundred years ago.

She, too, was a time traveler, and had no idea what would happen tomorrow.

Could it be because I am not a pure virgin?

She cursed Xiao Jingzhao in her heart, then turned her gaze to the crystal-clear, red-glowing relic.

Master Huiyuan seemed to see through Jiang Shuyue's thoughts. He said, "This humble monk is the third-generation successor and also the third-generation guardian."

Jiang Shuyue closed the book and held it in her arms, as if she were holding the Emperor's Imperial Seal, which felt heavy.

"Did Master Jingkong leave anything behind? May I take a look?"

"Yes, the physical objects are gone, but there are picture albums and some text."

Master Huiyuan walked to the other side of the golden pagoda and pulled out a booklet from under the scriptures.

Jiang Shuyue took a deep breath, unable to contain her excitement.

What will Master Jingkong leave behind?!

"Please be careful, don't flip through it too quickly. These are all relics of Master Jingkong."

Seeing Jiang Shuyue respectfully put down the "Compendium of Materia Medica" in her hand, Master Huiyuan handed over the yellowed book.

Jiang Shuyue walked to a futon a few feet away from the golden pagoda and sat cross-legged.

She silently murmured "Amitabha," then gently turned to the first page.

...

Jiang Shuyue's eyes widened as she saw a set of photos in firefighter uniforms.

Whether it was well preserved or repainted later, the red firefighter uniform in the painting did not fade much.

Below the palm-sized picture was a line of small characters written in simplified Chinese characters in small regular script. Jiang Shuyue glanced at it and saw that the few words recorded Master Jingkong's past life identity.

Jiang Shuyue was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes. It turned out that Jingkong was a firefighter, a firefighter who was obsessed with traditional Chinese medicine.

He died in the line of duty during a mission, and when he woke up, he found himself reborn in this place.

Jiang Shuyue silently prayed in her heart, wishing that the Bodhisattva would bless all the firefighters and keep them safe and sound.

She looked up at Master Huiyuan, who was holding prayer beads in his hand, and asked, "Master, do you know the background of Master Jingkong?"

Master Huiyuan countered with a question: "Are you from the same hometown as Master Jingkong?"