Rolling Stone Wasteland

Day after day, time passed very quickly.

After nine days, Ling Han had completely mastered the "An" chant. He opened his mouth to chant, and the sound of Buddha was vast and mighty. If one didn't look at him, they would think that this was a bald monk.

Ling Han was very satisfied, but the little loli was depressed to the extreme. There was still no second leaf that fell from the tree.

Damn it, she was being bullied here.

However, by the tenth day, Ling Han still hadn't been able to derive anything from the Bodhi Tree. Repeating it again and again, it was only the elaboration of the "An" chant.

This was an inheritance of only one character?

Ling Han pondered for a moment before coming to a sudden realization. The Bodhi Tree had already wilted and been destroyed, and the inheritance had also been destroyed. It was already extremely fortunate that he had been able to learn a complete "An" character.