Chapter 116: The Jialan Sect
Lin Bei strolled along the way, and everyone he met along the way had a kind face. They walked barefoot on the road paved with bluestone slabs, as if they had long been accustomed to such a simple and rustic lifestyle.

When acquaintances meet, they will put their hands together and bow to show respect; everyone's face is filled with peaceful and calm smiles, as if they are in a paradise, free from worldly concerns.

Lin Bei, who had been in the bloody and slaughtering land of Netherworld for a long time, felt a little uncomfortable facing the scene before him.

At this moment, his state of mind seemed to be baptized, and his whole body felt extremely comfortable.

Just as he was leisurely enjoying the beautiful scenery around him, a bald man suddenly appeared and blocked Lin Bei's way. He put his hands together, nodded slightly to Lin Bei, and said slowly: "Supreme Buddha, little donor, be well!"

Lin Bei also politely replied, "How are you, sir? I wonder what you can do for me?"

The man raised his lips slightly, revealing a faint smile, and said in a gentle voice: "I see that you are new here, and there is a grand Galan Dharma Assembly being held here, so I specially came to invite you to go and watch the ceremony together. What do you think?"

The heyday of Galan?

Lin Bei thought about it for a while, thinking to himself: The seven-colored divine lotus that I have been looking for seems to have originated from the Jialan Sect. I am worried that I have no clues now, so I might as well go and take a look, maybe I can get something.

Thinking of this, Lin Bei raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and said: "I have heard for a long time that the Jialan Sect is compassionate and saves people from suffering. I have always admired them and wanted to learn more about them. It is really great to have this opportunity today!"

"Supreme Buddha, you are still young, but you have such a compassionate heart. It is rare. Please come with me!" The man whispered softly, then made an invitation gesture and introduced himself: "I am a monk from the outer courtyard of the Jialan sect. My name is Shamil."

"Oh, it's Brother Shamier. I'm so sorry!" Lin Bei blinked his big, lively eyes, his face full of innocence, just like a curious child. "Can you tell me some stories about the Jialan Sect?"

"Supreme Buddha! You can tell at a glance that you, my young donor, have a great affinity with our sect! In that case, let me explain it to you in detail." Shamil led the way in front, muttering to himself.

He went on to say: "Our Jialan sect can be said to be spread all over the Jialan State. It is just like the Xingzhi Academy, with many branches! However, compared with the Xingzhi Academy, our branches are not that big! Currently, they are only limited to the territory of Jialan State."

"In this huge Jialan State, there are a total of thirty-two different realms! Because of this, there are naturally thirty-two branches of the Jialan Sect set up here! Moreover, each branch is divided into two courtyards, the inner and outer courtyards! People like me who have a shallow affinity with Buddhism can only stay in the outer courtyard for now!" Shamil introduced the situation to Lin Bei behind him as he walked.

As they were talking, the two of them had already arrived in front of a magnificent and extremely tall building.

I saw a huge golden door standing in front of me, and its height was more than ten meters!

On both sides of the door stood two mighty guards wearing shining golden armor.

Although people entering this place are not strictly checked, they are probably still under close surveillance.

Afterwards, under the guidance of Shamir, Lin Bei followed closely and walked in.

After entering, they realized that the luxury and nobility here far exceeded what they saw from the outside.

There were golden Buddha statues everywhere, and every place was adorned with glittering treasures. Countless mysterious instruments exuded dazzling jewels and gems, which made people feel an indescribable noble atmosphere. The two continued to move forward until Shamil pushed open a huge door, and then they stopped. Inside the door was a spacious hall, empty, with no tables, chairs, benches, or other furnishings.

However, sitting on the ground was a group of devout believers, dressed in uniform white linen robes. Some were sitting or lying down, in various postures, and they seemed quite casual and at ease.

At the end of the hall, an entire wall was inlaid with dazzling gold, and in this golden color, there was a portrait frame emitting a strange light. The person in the frame was a bald monk wearing a light yellow cassock, and behind him was a Buddha's light that shone like a wheel on the earth.

"This is the supreme Buddha of our Galan sect - the Supreme Heavenly Buddha!" ​​As if he had seen through the doubts in Lin Bei's heart, Shamil explained softly.

At this moment, everyone in the room also noticed the arrival of Shamil and Lin Bei.

A man in a long robe and with a big smile on his face, who looked like a manager, walked over quickly and said enthusiastically, "Shamir, we've been waiting for you for so long! Come on, please take a seat! Is this a new friend of our church?"

Shamil nodded slightly to show his agreement, and guided Lin Bei to sit on the ground next to him.

Looking around, Lin Bei noticed a strange-shaped musical instrument that he had never seen before placed not far away, and a woman was playing it gracefully.

Accompanied by the melodious music, everyone began to sing songs softly with peaceful and pious expressions.

Lin Bei hummed a few lines at first, but slowly, he noticed something strange - the content of the poems sung by these people seemed a little weird.

The lyrics are filled with betrayal of parents, self-sacrifice and renunciation of everything in the world, demanding that one dedicate one's entire life to the so-called Galan sect.

Just as Lin Bei frowned and fell into deep thought, Shamil came forward and asked softly: "Only those who believe in the Supreme Buddha can obtain eternal life. Little friend, don't you want to live forever?"

Lin Bei: "..."

Lin Bei was silent for a moment, muttering to himself: "If you want to pursue immortality, why do you have to believe in those weird things? As long as your own strength is strong enough and you can break through to the Great Emperor realm, then the years will become endless and almost equivalent to eternity."

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile.

With Lin Bei's current peak cultivation realm, it would not be difficult for him to survive for thousands of years. After all, his strength was already extraordinary and could withstand the erosion of time and the erosion of years.

"This Jialan sect may not be normal. I think it's more important to do the right thing!"

After Lin Bei figured this out, he secretly asked, "Uncle, may I ask if we have any seven-colored divine lotus here?"

(End of this chapter)