Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 2839: The Abbotʼs Advice

”So he told you.” Lin Mu felt a bit relieved.

”Yes. But while I wonʼt ask you about that, I will ask you—why do you look so troubled?” the Abbot spoke.

”Itʼs… complicated,” Lin Mu replied.

”Everything is complicated. What makes it simple is how you deal with it,” the Abbot responded.

Lin Mu grew silent hearing that.

”Hmm… youʼre right,” Lin Mu nodded. ”I shouldnʼt let myself be too bothered by it when itʼs not even in my control,” he stated.

”Indeed. What happens will happen. None defy what the fates decree,” the Abbotʼs voice echoed.

”But you decide how you face it,” Lin Mu replied.

”Good.” The Abbot smiled.

Lin Mu felt the weight in his heart lighten, and the worry that had been clouding his mind began to fade away.

”Come with me,” the Abbot said.

”Sure,” Lin Mu replied, having no reason to refuse, and got up.

The two began to walk and descended the peak. Not a single word was spoken between them as they strolled in a serene gait.

A while later, they had walked quite far, and Lin Mu realized they werenʼt going toward the Grand Peak.

”Where are we going, Abbot?” Lin Mu asked, glancing at the path.

”Weʼre going to the Preaching Peak,” the Abbot answered.

”The Preaching Peak?” Lin Mu raised his brows.

It was one of the peaks of the Green Lotus Temple and served as the academic and teaching center of the temple.

Here, monks—both new and old—were taught scriptures, cultivation techniques, as well as skills by the senior monks and elders. Lin Mu had been there before, but hadnʼt spent much time compared to the Grand Peak, where the Abbot and elders resided, or the Residential Peak.

”Yes,” the Abbot nodded. ”I hope that you can take part in the meditation session today,” he added.

”Oh? Are you taking the lead personally this time, Abbot?” Lin Mu asked, feeling surprised.

It was rare for the Abbot to lead the session himself. It might not even happen for months, or only once a year. As such, everyone would be present for an event like this.

”Yes,” the Abbot confirmed. ”I reckoned it was time for one, and I came to invite you as well.”

”I see.” Lin Mu was pleasantly surprised and now genuinely looked forward to it.

”Come, itʼs not far now,” the Abbot said as he began to climb the steps with surprising vigor.

It did not seem like he was an ancient-looking man at all. In fact, he looked as spry as a youthful teen!

Soon, they reached the large temple where the session was to take place. Tens of thousands of monks had already arrived, having come early.

”Amitabha!” everyone greeted in unison upon seeing the Abbot arrive.

”Amitabha,” the Abbot greeted them as well as he walked into the hall, Lin Mu following closely behind.

By now, no one was surprised by Lin Muʼs presence or the fact that he accompanied the Abbot. They had long since grown used to him being around.

The Abbot went to sit at the head of the hall, while Lin Mu sat to his right, just slightly ahead of the elders.

If anyone else from outside the temple had seen this, they would have been stunned, for it was a position of high importance. And yet, no one within the hall seemed to mind.

To them, it was as natural as the rain.

Once everyone had settled in, the Abbot picked up the mallet by his side and began to strike the wooden fish bell in a rhythmic pattern. For five minutes, only the soft knocking of the bell echoed through the vast chamber, setting the tone for the entire session.

But this was merely the beginning.

The Abbot finally began to chant.

”Om… Mani… Padme…”

HUMMMM

The others joined in as well, and soon the hall echoed with the deep, resonant chants. Lin Mu joined the chorus, effortlessly falling into rhythm with the others.

His eyes closed and his voice steady, Lin Mu needed no effort or focus to chant. It all came naturally to him, as if he had been doing it for centuries alongside the monks.

The session lasted for the entire day, after which the Abbot finally stopped.

But that did not mean the meditation ended.

No, that would still continue—except now, it would be done in silence and individually.

The Abbot continued to sit quietly, his eyes glancing at Lin Mu, who seemed to be deep in a trance.

This should help him clear his heart, the Abbot thought with a gentle smile.

But what he didnʼt know was that far more than clarity was about to unfold.

SHUA

In the peaceful hall, a sudden surge of aura rippled through the air. It wasnʼt domineering, nor was it fierce.

Instead, it was calm—like the still lakes of the Arctic.

It was soft and gentle—like a motherʼs embrace.

It was serene—like amber trees swaying in the autumn wind.

The others felt it too, yet they did not break their focus. They continued to meditate in silent unity.

The only one who tracked its source was the Abbot.

Naturally, it was bound to happen. After all, the source was the very person the Abbot had been quietly observing this entire time.

This… The Abbot was rarely surprised, but today was one of those rare days.

He focused his gaze on Lin Mu and soon realized something odd—he could hear chants.

Yet Lin Mu wasnʼt chanting. His lips were sealed, his expression still, sitting there like a stone Buddha.

What are these chants? The Abbot furrowed his brows as astonishment struck him for the second time that day.

The Abbot—possibly the most knowledgeable Buddhist expert in the entire realm—was unable to identify which Buddhist chant Lin Mu was using.

There was no doubt it was a Buddhist chant.

The aura confirmed it.

It was one that the Abbot was familiar with.

One he felt every single day.

One he, too, held within himself.

The True Buddhist Aura.