I saw that the futon was faintly glowing with golden light.

And in this faint golden light, there seems to be Buddhist scriptures emerging.

Huikong was shocked.

Isn't this the futon that the Holy Son was sitting on just now?

Why is there such a change?

etc!

Could it be that the Holy Son turned this futon into a treasure?

Did you stay here on purpose?

Thinking of this, Huikong didn't have the slightest doubt and was very convinced.

"It must be the Holy Son!"

He said to everyone with excitement on his face.

When the monks heard this, they were all extremely surprised.

Huikong carefully picked up the futon.

Suddenly I smelled a special smell.

"This smell...could it be the aura of the Great Dao in the Holy Son?"

Huikong's face was filled with shock.

Take a deep breath.

Then his face was full of intoxication.

All the monks looked at Huikong with envy.

This is the remaining spirit of the Holy Son.

Who wouldn’t want to take a couple puffs?

Huikong was also very generous and gave the futon to a monk next to him.

The monk took the futon and took a deep breath.

"I...I seem to have realized it!"

The monks passed the futon around, and everyone took a sip.

"This is definitely the aura of the Great Dao! I feel so comfortable all over after smelling it!"

"Many doubts about cultivation are now clear to me!"

"This is the creation given to us by the Holy Son!"

...

The futon was finally passed to a fifteen-year-old novice monk.

This is the youngest monk in the entire Shaolin Temple.

He received the futon and looked at it doubtfully.

Then I also imitated other monks.

He took a sip on the futon.

Just this one mouthful almost made the little novice monk lose his temper.

I saw the little novice's eyes rolled up, his hands and feet twitching, and he was vomiting repeatedly.

"This...this...why does this smell like fart?"

The little novice monk said with pain on his face.

All the monks were stunned.
Chapter completed!