He lowered his head slightly and spoke to the strange wooden sign in a mellow voice and at a slow pace without any emotion.
"The candidates for this trip to the Sky Mirror have already been decided: Min Zimo, Su Mo, Gu Jinzhi, and Jiang Xue."
"There is still one person who has not been determined. I speculate that it should be Zeng Yi of the Zeng family."
"Among these people, Min Zimo's foundation has reached Great Perfection 95, Su Mo's is Great Perfection 94, and Jiang Xue's is Great Perfection 93."
"As for Gu Jinzhi, he is only at the level of Minor Perfection 89."
The bald monk reported these numbers in a calm tone, as if he knew them by heart.
"As long as the information is correct," he raised his voice slightly, "in the mirror world where success depends entirely on talent and physique, with the Bodhisattva incarnating into Min Zimo, and with the blessing of his status, he will be able to do whatever he wants and no one can stop him!"
As soon as the words fell, the black wooden sign suddenly vibrated.
The amplitude is not large, but it has a heart-pounding frequency.
The countless blood-red ropes wrapped around it shook violently, pulling the small copper bells at the end of the ropes, making a series of "ding-dang-dang" sounds.
The bell sounded sharp and rapid, echoing in the silent Buddhist temple, strange and inexplicable.
The bald elder turned his head slightly towards the wooden sign, pretending to listen attentively.
The flickering candlelight illuminated half of his face, his expression focused and pious.
After a long while, he lowered his head again, his voice more respectful, "Master, the information comes from a reliable source and has been repeatedly verified by multiple secret agents. It must be correct."
The vibration of the wooden sign was heard again, a little more violent than before.
This time, it lasted for several breaths before slowly subsiding.
When the wooden sign became completely quiet, a scorching light suddenly burst out from the bald master's eyes.
He suddenly stood up from the mat, with a hint of uncontrollable excitement in his movements.
Then, his knees softened and he fell to the ground, his wide monk robe spreading out.
His whole body was trembling slightly, and his forehead was pressed tightly against the cold ground.
"Namo Great Dream Bodhisattva!"
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