Fearing she might damage it, Mo Yan didn't dare to pick it up with her hands. She just turned it over in the light several times, but couldn't make out what it was. Thus, she asked Xue tuanzi, "What exactly is this? How is it useful to you?"
"It's a Shariputra!" Xue tuanzi replied solemnly, his tone filled with veneration, "It's what remains after those monks pass away in meditation, containing the Power of Faith and merit they accumulated throughout their lives."
If it were just judging by appearances, Xue tuanzi wouldn't have known what it was either, but just then he had used a secret technique to trace back the origin of the golden granules, only then did he understand their provenance, and he felt immediate and deep respect for those monks who had cultivated Shariputras.
"Shariputra? It's actually a Shariputra!" Mo Yan was startled, for she had often heard about Shariputras in both her modern life and in this life.