in the simple Zen room, Lu Chen is sitting on the thick futon, sinking like a bell.

he put his hands together and squeezed out the Buddhist formula, which was changing slowly. The change of the orchid finger formula made the two sides of his palm appear a wisp of golden light of exquisite Buddhist seal.

as the formula is pinched, the body surface of Lu Chen is gradually covered by layers of golden mist, which seems to enter the cloud. The glow waves and floats. If it turns to be real, it will flow slowly. Sometimes it will gather together and suddenly stop. It will present a quiet and...