Under the mirror is a recliner, and a gorgeous beauty is sitting on the recliner, taking a picture of herself in the mirror. She must be a concubine of a high-ranking official in the Taishi Bureau, maybe the Qingweizi.

"Alas! Those Taoists who can't help but practice cultivation are really a shame for practitioners!"

Old monk Zhiming sighed in his heart, then jumped up and landed near the tall pole and the beautiful woman.

"It seems that the rise of Buddhism is unstoppable!"

…

On the top of the palace wall, the forbidden beauty who was identified by the old monk Zhiming as one of the top secretaries of the Taishi Bureau was looking at the mirror next to her with a surprised look on her face. On the tablet screen in front of them, it was clear that

It showed the figure of the old monk Zhiming jumping up and rushing towards their direction.

"Yuan Ying, do you think this old monk is stupid? Isn't he pointing at our guns?"

"..."

The mirror next to her shook slightly, as if she was nodding.

"Since he is so proactive, if we don't give him a harsh blow, wouldn't it make this Sky Fox of the Nu family too embarrassing?"

As she said that, the beauty stretched out her hand behind her face expressionlessly, grabbed a rope hanging from the high pole, and shouted in a crisp voice.

"Yuan Ying, do it!"

Following the words, the great monk Zhiming, who had just landed on the palace wall, suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes. In an instant, the sky was filled with flowers, golden lotuses were pouring from the ground, and a towering figure of the Buddha was narrating scriptures with a loud voice. For a moment, the Tathagata was true.

It’s like arriving in the Pure Land of Buddha.

If it were an ordinary monk, he might have become addicted, but old monk Zhiming only paused for a moment before breaking free.

"Not good! It's an illusion, there's an ambush among the poor monks!"

But at the moment when the old monk Zhiming paused, the alluring beauty had already pulled hard on the rope in her hand, and the mirror cover fell off in an instant. The golden mirror hanging on the high pole turned and captured the image of the old monk Zhiming.

In the mirror.

Katcha!
Chapter completed!