Chapter 818

Mythism artifacts were considered extremely sacred objects for

followers of Mythism, so much so that they even aroused desire in priests. However, the white-robed priest quickly regained his composure and returned the package to Felicity.

He then turned around and said, “Please follow me down the

mountain.”

Holding the package in her arms, Felicity gritted her teeth and said, ”

Do I look like someone who can walk?”

The white-robed priest stopped in his tracks. He hesitated for a

moment before turning back to Felicity with an uncertain look.

Looking up at him, Felicity said, “Why are you standing there? Help me

up!”

“The Light guides me!”

The white-robed priest joined his hands in prayer. He seemed hesitant

as he did not know how to support a woman in a dress who had her

arms and legs exposed.

Felicity’s lips twitched. “Are you avoiding touching me because I’m a

woman?”

Closing his eyes, the white-robed priest began reciting scriptures,”

The Light guides and reveals that five aggregates are empty, thus

transcending all suffering. O Teacher, form is no different from

is no different from form. Form is

emptiness is form.

and consciousness are also like this.

empty-they have no characteristics, are not produced or destroyed, not defiled or pure, not increased

decreased.

emptiness is form. Sensation, perception,

all the same. Shariputra, all dharmas are marked by emptiness; they do

“Stop, stop, stop!

a sturdy stick. People might think you’re performing

better,” Felicity said as she felt

around and walked into the night.

able to quickly procure a sturdy wooden stick.

stick, Felicity followed the white-robed priest. After about half an hour, they arrived

village was filled with small buildings. The houses were also clustered together. Every household had

hand, Felicity walked down the village.

the help of the stick.

doorsteps eating dinner. They cast friendly glances at them. “Jaxon, have

eaten,

Can you accompany me to the town to buy

recite scriptures

middle-aged

with a smile.

and answered, “A

scratched his

set, did you?”

been immersed in the rustic

upon hearing that

this middle-aged man.

her lifesaver

anger and said, “I was

worry about it!”

chickens keep getting taken. That’s why I set some animal traps. I posted notices in several nearby villages and on the highway. I guess

my fault for being careless!”

sarcastically.

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