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

suffering. O Teacher, form is

is no different from form. Form

emptiness is form.

volition, and consciousness are also

no characteristics, are not produced or destroyed, not defiled or pure, not

decreased.

emptiness, emptiness is form. Sensation, perception,

marked by emptiness; they do not arise

“Stop, stop, stop!

find me a sturdy stick. People might think you’re performing

to save me if they don’t know any better,” Felicity said as she

and walked into the night.

to quickly procure

After about half an hour, they arrived

buildings. The houses were also clustered together. Every household

one hand, Felicity walked down

with the help of the

at their doorsteps eating dinner. They cast friendly glances at them.

already eaten,

accompany me to the town to

recite scriptures

middle-aged

a

white-robed priest smiled and answered, “A

at Felicity’s injured right leg and awkwardly scratched his head. “You

set, did you?”

immersed in the rustic charm of the

furious upon hearing that the trap belonged

this middle-aged man.

her

and said, “I

worry about it!”

chickens keep getting taken. That’s why I set some animal traps. I posted notices in several nearby villages and

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