How could this happen? What's the situation, what's going on? Is there something wrong with the Buddha's Relics?
Could it be fake?
Yan Xiaobei's thoughts shifted rapidly in moments as brief as a lightning flash.
After a few seconds, the mysterious voice calmed down. Yan Xiaobei had to praise the speed at which he adjusted his emotions; Yan himself hadn't even reacted yet, but the voice was calm.
"What's going on? You were so lost in thought just now," Yan Xiaobei asked. "Could this Buddha's Relics be fake?"
"It's not fake; it's real. You felt it too, right? The power contained within the Buddha's Relics."
Yan Xiaobei responded with a hum. Indeed, he sensed a vast power emanating from it, peaceful, majestic, like the sun in the sky nourishing all living beings.
The mysterious voice asked, "In your mind, what does the Buddha's Relics look like?"
