The desolate cold wind brushed through the courtyard of Buddha Mother Temple.
Outside the main hall, Li Muyang held a gourd with sincere expression.
Inside the Buddha Hall, Buddha Mother greedily eyed the gourd in his hands, seemingly about to pounce on it any second to snatch it away.
But ultimately, she did not leap forward; instead, she sat upright on a lotus dais cushion.
Although her gaze still fixed intently on the gourd, Buddha Mother answered Li Muyang's question.
"...To not be devoured by this land, it's hard to say it's difficult, but it's also not hard."
"Taking the Seven Marrow Pill that I have refined is a foolish way that treats the symptoms, not the root cause."
"But the foolish method is safe, without risk, just a bit troublesome; you'll have to go underground frequently to help me with the heart-eating worms..."
