Sect Recruitment: I Can See Attribute Entries

Chapter 633: Chapter 634: Senior Brother, Your Skills Are Far Inferior to Back Then

The Buddhist Sect arrived in grand procession, golden lotuses blooming without end, rosy light and bright clouds stretching into the distance.

As the Buddhist light and auspicious clouds drew near, they slowly dispersed. Beyond several layers of formations, arhats and novice monks cleared the path. Auspicious clouds billowed outward, and Runan’s precious canopy gradually revealed its true form.

On either side of Runan’s canopy, the Buddha canopies — much smaller in size and splendor — also slowly came into view.

Outside the canopies, arhats stood and personally reached up to lift the canopy covers, revealing Runan’s stern expression within.

The other Buddha canopies were also all lifted, and each Buddha revealed their true form.

Their gazes all turned together toward the figure on the main seat — Yuankong.

Runan looked and looked again, then sent out his divine sense to probe.

Although the formation had the effect of blocking divine sense, this was not the protective great formation of the Eighteen Immortal Sects.

Naturally, it could not completely block the divine sense of a top-tier Tribulation Transcendence cultivator.

Runan’s divine sense pushed through, heading straight for Yuankong — but it was not that easy.

Huang Miao’s gaze lifted and stared straight at Runan. A thread of sword intent flowed forth, cleanly severing Runan’s probing divine sense.

Having done this, he coldly demanded,

”Junior, have you forgotten even basic manners?”

Runan’s eyes lifted slightly. He temporarily ceased his futile efforts and asked in a calm tone,

”The appearance is a mix of true and false.”

Yuankong formed a Buddhist seal with his hands and gazed calmly at Runan.

The formation blocked the oppressive pressure — without the sheer pressure of a top-tier cultivator, the lofty, condescending Runan now seemed rather ordinary.

The unease in his heart faded quickly. He quietly observed this Honored Buddha, the highest authority in the Buddhist Sect.

Chu Xingchen stood at Yuankong’s side, watching Yuankong’s expression gradually calm. It seemed Yuankong no longer needed his quips to ease his nerves.

Runan’s gaze also rested on Yuankong, then swept to Chu Xingchen beside him.

He did not press Chu Xingchen about the promise at Pudu River — that he would not involve himself with the Evil Buddha — only to go back on his word and take in the Evil Buddha now.

If it really came down to it, anyone could find justification, anyone could find a suitable excuse.

But that solved nothing.

Runan’s gaze settled on Chu Xingchen, calm and gentle, as if waiting for Chu Xingchen to name his price.

From ancient times to the present, what has always driven people to make choices is profit, not principle.

Some desire reputation, so they sacrifice everything but reputation. Some pursue wealth, so they abandon the fairness in their hearts.

Watching Runan’s expression, no matter how noble his bearing, the calculating look in his eyes was unmistakably clear. Yuankong turned his head to look at Chu Xingchen.

Chu Xingchen noticed the gaze and looked back, sending a voice transmission to ask,

”What’s wrong?”

Yuankong honestly transmitted back, ”Can I freestyle a bit? I have a question I want to ask him.”

Chu Xingchen chuckled and nodded.

Yuankong hadn’t expected Chu Xingchen to actually agree.

Although his suggestion had its merits — Runan was, after all, the Buddhist Sect’s Honored Buddha, and Buddhist mind cultivation was naturally at its peak with him.

If he merely followed Chu Xingchen’s lead, even if the appearance was perfect and the aura matched, the heart within would be different.

He had, after all, truly studied the Mahayana Buddhist Teachings and pondered its principles deeply.

Yuankong took a deep breath. Although he wanted to ask, he would try not to disappoint Chu Xingchen’s trust. He turned his gaze to Runan and said,

”Honored Buddha Runan.”

Hearing the address, Runan looked at Yuankong. He stared at the aged face of the Radiant Buddha, listening to that calm title of Honored Buddha. For a long while, he said nothing.

Yuankong performed a Buddhist salute and asked softly,

”Even if I am false, I have a few questions I don’t understand and wish to ask you. Not about whether the Mahayana Buddhist Teachings are right or wrong — only about what is unclear in my mind. Think of it as answering the questions of a novice monk sincerely seeking truth. Would that be alright?”

Runan half-closed his eyes. ”Ask.”