The monk hesitated for a moment, but under Little Taotie's expectant gaze, he still opened his palm.
Little Taotie eagerly placed his small fist in the monk's palm, then opened his fist, letting an object fall into the monk's palm.
Little Taotie withdrew his hand, and only then did the monk see the object clearly.
He was shocked that the object hadn't passed through his body but remained in his palm, and when he saw the object clearly, he was a bit dumbfounded.
It was a Shariputra.
A seemingly unremarkable Shariputra, but it was intimately connected with him.
In his tenth life, he could have become a Buddha, but he gave it up due to obsession. However, on the night when his headless corpse was thrown together with his entire clan's corpses into a mass burial mound, inexplicably, a fire broke out. The fire was intense, and after the blaze, this Shariputra appeared.
