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

no different from form. Form is emptiness,

emptiness is form.

perception, volition, and consciousness are

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

decreased.

emptiness is form.

emptiness; they do not arise or cease, are not

“Stop, stop, stop!

sturdy stick. People might

they don’t know any better,” Felicity said as she felt goosebumps growing all over

white-robed priest turned around and walked into the night.

quickly procure a sturdy wooden

stick, Felicity followed the white-robed priest. After about half

clustered together. Every household had its lights on, making the entire

the package in one hand, Felicity walked

help

ladies and gents were sitting at their doorsteps eating dinner. They cast friendly glances at them. “Jaxon, have you eaten? Come to my house

already eaten, thank you.”

have time tomorrow? Can you accompany me to the town to buy

to recite scriptures

this woman?” a middle-aged man in a

a smile.

smiled and answered, “A passerby I saved on

right leg and awkwardly scratched his

set, did you?”

immersed in the rustic charm of

hearing that the trap belonged

this middle-aged man.

that her lifesaver

she suppressed her anger and said, “I was careless, so

worry about it!”

said, “There have been jackals on the mountain recently and our chickens keep getting taken. That’s why I

my fault for being

sarcastically.

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