Chapter 401: Dharmakaya Buddha

Even now, I still don't understand why the little novice monk is telling me this.

Back then, was it really the empress who turned the prayer wheel, and what does that have to do with me?

Shouldn't his target all along have been the soul of the reincarnated spirit child?

Since he already controls the situation, what he should do is hand over the reincarnated spirit child sooner, rather than arguing with me here.

But the little novice monk suddenly turned his head and asked me, "You're pregnant, right?"

Boom!

My whole body felt as if struck by lightning.

My pregnancy isn't a secret within my small circle, but it hasn't spread far enough for even the little novice monk to have heard.

Moreover, what does whether I'm pregnant have to do with him?

But then an image flashed in my mind of the reincarnated spirit child touching my belly—I jerked back two steps, eyes narrowed in wariness as I stared at the little novice monk.

I can stay calm in danger, I can enter the tiger's den, but I cannot accept him scheming against my child!

The little novice monk didn't stop me; he turned his face and looked at the prayer wheel, saying: "The empress's path to the throne was far more arduous than ordinary people's—her hands are stained with how much blood, how many lives, perhaps even she herself doesn't know.

But that doesn't matter; what matters is that she helped us verify one point: a true Dharmakaya Buddha can turn this prayer wheel, and this is currently the only method we know to test that, for which we have put in tremendous effort.

He let out a long sigh, stretched his hands forward and upward, lifted his face, closed his eyes, as if on a pilgrimage, as if welcoming a new birth.

Meanwhile, the high monks sitting cross-legged on the tower's platforms, as if receiving some signal, began chanting in unison.

Along with the chanting came the sound of the prayer wheel turning.

That sound was a rustling, moving slowly from bottom to top.

We were standing on the second-level platform, and the first thing that changed was the dragon scale armor on the prayer wheel.

Before the sound arrived, the scales began to ripple, layer upon layer surging upward; from afar it looked as if a golden dragon coiled around the prayer wheel were flying upward.

The rustling sound passed the second and third levels, and the chanting suddenly grew louder.

I saw that after the golden dragon scales surged, the backs of the scales were completely covered in sutras transcribed in gold lacquer!

Densely packed, yet each character was clearly visible.

As the scales kept turning, golden runes flowed with radiant light, bathing the entire tower in Buddha's light.

That sight was truly shocking.

Moreover, bathed in the golden light of the sutras, my whole body felt as if cleansed, an indescribable lightness all over.

And in my lower abdomen it felt like a little fish blowing bubbles, gurgling nonstop.

Bai Shulan had said that Liu Junyan was born to face calamity, and the little guy had grown large by absorbing spiritual qi from the spirit bones.

Likewise, today it received the prayer wheel's salvation, likely another rapid growth.

I was both happy and worried.

Clearly, being near the prayer wheel greatly benefits the little guy itself; the better it grows, the better for me, but the downside lies in its identity.

From the little novice monk's recent words, it's not hard to hear that he might think my belly's little guy, perhaps like the living Buddha who turned the prayer wheel for the empress originally, is some kind of Dharmakaya Buddha.

I don't know what a Dharmakaya Buddha is, but I can guess it's related to Buddhism; plus, the reincarnated spirit child's earlier closeness to the little guy... I can be quite certain they want my belly's little guy!

But now not only does the little guy not want to leave, outside there's that giant beast eyeing me covetously; if I want to escape this tower, I must first devise a foolproof plan.

Moreover, since I chose to come in, there's no reason to quit halfway.

At that moment, the rustling sound of the turning prayer wheel stopped, and the little novice monk's voice came faintly: "Xiao Jiu Zhanggui, it's your turn."

My heart sank sharply; I stared warily at the little novice monk, preparing a defensive stance.

At some point, the little novice monk's hand held a copper bell.

The copper bell was connected to a golden chain, whose other end was looped over the prayer wheel; the earlier rustling sound was that loop turning.

Seeing I didn't move, the little novice monk still patiently asked, "Don't you want to try, to see how much Buddhist affinity the child in your womb has?"

I instinctively shook my head; I don't want to try.

It is my child; I don't care whether it's male or female, whether it has Buddhist affinity, whether destiny holds great opportunity—I only know it has incarnated in my belly, making it my lifelong bond, and I cannot let others control its fate.

And even now, I haven't reached a dead end.

First, those golden copper coins are on me; at a critical moment, they become my bargaining chip.

Second, having determined the little novice monk's desire, I can use all my strength with ancient witchcraft dream-weaving to control him.

As for that giant beast outside... if I succeed in controlling the little novice monk, then I could manipulate him to control the beast?

The only risk now is that I'm not sure how high the little novice monk's cultivation level is.

The higher his cultivation, the lower my chance of successfully controlling him, and the shorter the time—these are all disadvantages for me; I must repeatedly and carefully assess.

As I was weighing things, the little novice monk finally lost all patience, lifting his foot to come up and grab me.

At that moment, a slow knocking sound suddenly rang out.

Knock… knock… knock…

Three in a row.

The little novice monk's motion paused, and I also furrowed my brows; that knocking sound clearly came from the main gate of the Revolving Wheel Tower.

We were at the center of the second level, with the chanting ongoing; under these circumstances, the knocking from the gate could still be heard with perfect clarity, showing the knocker's inner strength is not trivial.

As we were making various guesses, the knocking suddenly sounded again.

Knock… knock… knock…

Still three slow knocks.

But this time, the knocking was not at the tower's outer gate, but had arrived outside the stone door on the second level.

Never mind that there must be the little novice monk's people secretly guarding outside the Revolving Wheel Tower; from the first to the second level, dozens of steps, we didn't hear a single footstep.

How could this person enter the tower and reach the second level without anyone noticing?

The little novice monk's face finally changed; he stepped toward me, hand just reaching out, when another sound came—knock… knock… knock…

It's quite obvious, this time it's not the sound of knocking on the door, but the sound of knocking on a wooden fish.

Moreover, the direction the sound is coming from is not the cave entrance; if I'm not mistaken, it should be near the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha we passed when we entered this side of the jumping platform!

He and we are already within arm's reach!

My scalp is starting to go numb.

Just who is this person who has come?!