This is a closed underground chamber, with faint traces of faded murals on the four walls. In the center of the floor stands a half-meter high statue of a figure in a belted pose lying supine upon a lotus throne.,“Stop beating around the bush.” He stroked his beard, shifting into a cross-legged position and moving a distance away from Ou Yang Rong. “Kind words are useless for damned souls. Great compassion doesn't reach those who reject it.”,Seeing this early, he must be an old exam-taker. Even queuing up, he doesn't forget to brush up on his practice papers... Ouyang Rong sighed. Just as he was about to take out his phone, a young monk clamped a QR code between two fingers and tapped it against his nose, telling him to scan it.。