The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 482 - 481

Chapter 482: 481

It seemed that the Great Zen Master noticed Ye Tian’s puzzled look and chuckled, "I’ve visited Huaxia three times. The last time I was there, your country was undergoing a revolt; if I hadn’t known some of the Huaxia language, those Red Guards might have killed me."

Ye Tian understood, so it was that movement.

The two stopped at the entrance to the underground passage, where a spiraling staircase plunged straight down into the underground. The rosewood handrails of the passage emitted a pleasant aroma, not only lacking the rotting smell of wood but even seemed more refined amidst the dusty space.

"Young friend, may I know your name?"

Ye Tian thought for a moment and replied, "Youngster Ye Tian."

The Great Zen Master nodded, "Ye Tian, young friend, let’s head down. Inside the Scripture Pavilion, there are thirty million volumes of scriptures. You can choose any to take, and there are fifty million kinds of weapons in the armory for you to select a suitable one. Fortunately, there’s also Ten Thousand Beast Mountain, which houses over fifty thousand types of creatures. As long as you find one compatible with your temperament, you can take it. As for the Buddha Beads, it depends on your Spiritual Energy; after all, above us at Nushen Tower there are four Masters waiting, you’ll have to manage it on your own."

I don’t want to die yet. Thus thought Ye Tian internally, following the Great Zen Master down the rosewood staircase. While walking, Ye Tian marveled not just at the beads, but even the rosewood staircase itself must be worth a fortune. Old Cixi’s rosewood bed with dragon and tiger carvings had almost sparked a conflict among the Eight-Nation Alliance, and if this whole spiral staircase were to be moved out, it would be a fierce silent struggle for sure.

"Young friend Ye Tian, remember that ’All Phenomena are Illusion, and all illusions are phenomena’, don’t be attached to these mundane objects."

Walking ahead, the Great Zen Master spoke without turning his head. Ye Tian suddenly tensed up and sobered, realizing that since he had been invited here, there must be something they needed to talk about. He became more cautious and started to carefully follow the Great Zen Master.

As they descended, the spiral staircase stretched further down. Ye Tian roughly estimated they were about twenty meters underground. It was not just the staircase; the space here wasn’t merely the size of a staircase. The deeper they went, the broader the surrounding space became. Soon, Ye Tian noticed caves being carved out around them with names written above them like "Scripture Pavilion", "Armory", and the peculiar "Ten Thousand Beast Mountain", among some strange names like "Liu Lianzi", imbued with a sense of dustiness. Ye Tian wanted to ask, but he never did.

Finally reaching the underground, Ye Tian was astonished to find that even though the space was small, there was no feeling of congestion; he wasn’t sure if it was just because there were only two people.

"That’s the Buddhist Mirror, surrounded by mirrors, of course, it feels much larger."

The Great Zen Master said with a smirk, almost like a mischievous child, under Ye Tian’s gaze, the Great Zen Master walked a few steps towards a cave ahead, then dug out a piece of rock from the stone wall, knocked and knocked off several more pieces, putting them in his hands before turning back to Ye Tian, "You can look around freely and take whatever you like. Once you’re done, we can head back up."

Ye Tian asked, "Weren’t you here to collect Buddha Bead Relics?"

"Haven’t I already taken them?"

Looking at the stack of stones of varying sizes presented by the Great Zen Master, Ye Tian rubbed his eyes, and chuckled, "Great Zen Master, although I’m not a Buddhist, I’ve seen Buddha Bead Relics elsewhere—they are generally translucent, not dull like the stones in your hands."

Seeing the other party remain silent, Ye Tian continued, "If you think I’m an outsider, you can ask me to leave, no worries. I’ve got thick skin."

The Zen Master laughed, "You have quite the discernment. Many questions that went unsolved by many have been resolved by you, just a young lad. Since you have such thick skin, take the smallest piece to alleviate your boredom."

The Great Zen Master pulled out the smallest piece of greenish rock and handed it over. Ye Tian looked at it and said with a laugh, "You Zen Master, are indeed quite stingy. If I wanted a greenish rock, I could just have knocked one off the wall myself—whether large or small isn’t up to you to decide. What’s the meaning of giving me the tiniest piece? No need, just take it back."

"Are you sure you don’t want it?"

"If I say no, then no."

"This is one of the Shariputra."

"I’m not a Buddhist; what use do I have for Shariputra... Better give me the Buddha Beads."

I thought this kid wasn’t the type to seek personal gain, yet it seems he has his eye on Buddha Beads, the Great Zen Master glanced at him, "No chance."

Ye Tian laughed, finding the Great Zen Master rather cute.

"In the end, still stingy. Oh well, it’s rare to come here, I was just looking around. The three old guys at the entrance might come looking for trouble later. It’s tough to fight four hands with two fists, and there they have six hands while I have only one fist. Tough, really tough."

Seeing his half-serious, half-joking worried expression, the Great Zen Master internally smirked, you’re just trying to get something out of me.

"There are plenty of Martial Arts scriptures in the Scripture Pavilion, just go in and take as many as you like. I doubt you can carry them all."

"That’s what you said!"

"I don’t lie."

"Alright then!"

Ye Tian hurried into the gold and carved "Scripture Pavilion" with a few quick strides.

This cave was carved out from underground, and when Ye Tian first came down the stairs, he thought this was some grand, unique Cave Heaven. But when he entered the cave, he realized it was not much; this small area barely the size of a palm, daring to call itself a Scripture Pavilion. It hardly compares to the elementary school libraries in our country. A surge of invisible national pride welled up in him.

After looking at the chaotically arranged books on the shelves, Ye Tian understood why that old man outside had told him to freely take what he wanted— all the books were written in Sanskrit, a language completely foreign to him. The script looked like tadpoles swimming in every direction, and it was a wonder his head didn’t hurt from trying to decipher them.

After flipping through a few, all filled with dense text, and seeing the Zen Master outside squinting at him, Ye Tian thought he was mocking him, so he picked up a book and started reading intently. Although he didn’t understand the characters, this book had the most illustrations; if not the text, he could at least look at the pictures.