Upon reaching the small boat, Shi Chan stretched out his leg and leaped effortlessly across the golden light that enveloped the entire lake, landing on the boat.

Shi Chan jumped onto the boat, but the small boat didn't move an inch. The chubby little monk on the boat waved his hand, and the boat, without oars, slowly moved towards the island in the middle of the lake.

The small boat sailed forward, breaking the calm surface of the lake and leaving a trail of ripples that slowly spread out before returning to calm shortly after the boat left.

The closer one gets to the island in the middle of the lake, the louder the faint Buddhist music becomes, which is exceptionally pleasant to the ear and can calm one's mind.

On the small boat, Shi Chan stood at the stern, while the little monk stood at the bow. The little monk looked up at Shi Chan carefully, examining him from head to toe. After a long while, he laughed and said, "No wonder, no wonder..."

Shi Chan was somewhat puzzled. He bowed and asked in confusion, "This humble monk is dull-witted and does not understand what the Venerable One means?"

The young monk shook his head and laughed, "The Buddha said, it cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken..."

Although Shi Chan was still full of doubts, he could not ask any more questions and could only remain silent.

Standing on the small boat, it seemed to be moving forward rather slowly, but in the blink of an eye, the island in the middle of the lake was right in front of us. The small boat came to a smooth stop in front of the island, and the little monk said with a smile, "Little Master, please come aboard."

Shi Chan bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, thank you, Venerable One."

The little monk nodded with a beaming smile.

Shi Chan stepped off the small boat and arrived at the island in the middle of the lake. The island was vast and roughly circular when viewed from the sky. It was covered with green plants and lush vegetation, interspersed with several tall Bodhi trees. The night breeze blew gently, making the Bodhi tree branches and leaves rustle softly.

The entire island in the lake is now enveloped in a rich Buddhist light, and the dazzling golden light makes the island as bright as day.

Shi Chan disembarked from the small boat and strolled forward. Along the way, he saw all the grass and trees bathed in golden Buddha light, with a faint glow on their verdant branches and leaves.

As you walk forward until you reach the very center of the island in the lake, you'll see a tall Bodhi tree. The golden light under the Bodhi tree is the most dazzling, and the Buddhist music is the loudest. Shi Chan looked closely and saw a kasaya casually hanging on the branch of the Bodhi tree.

The robe was dazzlingly bright, clearly not an ordinary object. Logically, it should have been carefully stored away, or at least laid out properly to prevent wrinkles. But the robe seemed to have been casually draped over a tree trunk, and when the wind blew, it fluttered as if it might fall off at any moment.

During the day, Master Shi Chan had visited the island in the middle of the lake, but he was certain that he had not seen the robe on the Bodhi tree. It was undoubtedly the treasure that had been revealed to the world.

Shi Chan walked over and stopped about ten feet away from the tree, bowed deeply, and chanted in a long voice, "Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

Whether it was due to the arrival of the monk Shichan or not, the golden light on the robe suddenly intensified, and although there was no wind blowing, the robe began to sway gently on the tree.

As soon as Shi Chan finished speaking, a burst of loud Buddhist music was heard, and suddenly small golden characters began to appear one after another in the void in front of the kasaya. Shi Chan looked up and saw the characters, and knew that this must be the incantation for using this kasaya. He quickly memorized it.

From the small golden characters, Shi Chan learned that this robe was called the Seven-Jeweled Robe, the robe of Ganan, one of Shakyamuni Buddha's chief disciples. This robe was adorned with the seven treasures of Buddhism: gold, silver, lapis lazuli, coral, amber, giant clam shell, and agate, hence its name. Wearing this robe could protect against enemy attacks, making it a supreme defensive Buddhist treasure. Furthermore, by reciting incantations, the seven precious stones on the robe could detach and be used offensively. While not the most powerful offensive weapon, it was still far superior to many inferior Buddhist treasures.

Such a precious treasure almost overwhelmed even the usually composed Shi Chan, who could hardly contain his joy. He chanted a Buddhist mantra and said devoutly, "Disciple Shi Chan of Bodhi Temple thanks the Patriarch for bestowing this treasure. I am fortunate to have received this seven-jeweled robe, and I will surely wear it to travel throughout the Central Plains, spreading the light of Buddha to the earth and guiding all people."

As soon as Shi Chan finished speaking, the kasaya on the tree fluttered up and flew up. The kasaya spun in the air and flew straight towards Shi Chan, automatically attaching itself to his body.

The moment the robe was put on, Shi Chan felt a strange sensation. He felt that the robe was connected to his mind, like his arm, an extension of his body. Because of this feeling, even though Shi Chan's cultivation was low, he could still unleash the full power of the robe.

At this moment, every gemstone on the robe emitted boundless Buddhist light, and the robe itself shone brightly, making the figure of Shi Chan, who stood with his hands clasped together, appear even more dignified and solemn. The robe faintly emitted beautiful Buddhist music, and it clung tightly to Shi Chan's body, looking as if it were embracing him.

Shi Chan chanted a Buddhist name and silently recited a mantra. In an instant, the kasaya disappeared from his body, leaving only a faint golden light shining around him.

After receiving the treasure, Shi Chan bowed again with reverence, thanked the Buddha and all the Buddhas, and then turned to walk towards the small boat.

He quickly arrived at the small boat, bowed to the young monk on board, and said gently, "Venerable One, I've kept you waiting. Thank you."

The young monk put his hands together in prayer, smiled and returned the greeting, saying, "You're too kind, little master. Please board the boat."

"Yes," Shi Chan replied, taking a step and jumping onto the boat, where he stood quietly at the stern.

The little monk waved his chubby little hand, and the small boat turned a corner and headed back the way it came.

The small boat had traveled more than halfway when the figures of the people on the lakeside could be vaguely seen.

At this moment, the young monk looked up at Shi Chan, his gaze lingering on Shi Chan's chest for a moment, his eyes clear and bright, carrying a hint of insight into the ways of the world.

Shi Chan subconsciously reached for his chest, and when he touched something through his clothes, his cheeks suddenly felt hot.

The young monk calmly withdrew his gaze and said, "I have a word for you, Master, please remember it well."

Shi Chan hastily withdrew his hand, clasped his hands together, and bowed respectfully, replying, "Venerable One, please speak. This humble monk will certainly remember it."

The little monk, with his chubby face and beaming smile, said, "Ten thousand years of cultivation is not easy. I hope you will guard your true nature, see through illusions, and not let temporary delusion cloud your judgment, lest all your efforts be in vain."

The little monk's words were truly baffling. Shi Chan asked in confusion, "This humble monk is dull-witted and truly does not understand what the Venerable One means."

The young monk chuckled and said, "That's all I can say. Little Master, figure it out for yourself!"

Zen Master was filled with doubt, but he didn't want to ask any more questions, so he fell silent, frowning and deep in thought.

As they were talking, the small boat had already reached the shore, and the little monk smiled and said, "We've arrived."

“Yes.” Shi Chan put his palms together and bowed, saying, “Thank you, Venerable One.”

After saying this, he got off the small boat and turned around to greet the little monk again, but the small boat and the little monk had already disappeared.

Shi Chan was taken aback.