Old Friends

In a corner of Avici, two monks stood. They were covered in blood and looked extremely wretched—they must have experienced countless dangers along the way.

At the front was a middle-aged monk. He was tall and burly with raised brows and widened eyes, resembling an enraged Vajra.

Behind the tall monk was a young monk. He looked much thinner and lowered his head, chanting the Ksitigarbha Buddhist sutras continuously.

The tall monk gazed ahead with a fervent excitement in his widened eyes.

There was a figure sitting in a lotus position. He had existed for a long time but the flesh on his body showed no signs of decay. His skin was rosy like a living person.

However, there was no longer any life in that figure's body.

Beside the figure were a few fruits.

Not far away, there was an ancient tree that was in tatters. Although its leaves were withered, its trunk was still intact.

"I've finally found Founder Master Ananda's inheritance!"