Bai Chen was very unlucky. He went to Mount Songshan for a trip, but he died when the scripture pavilion suddenly collapsed.

Of course, if he hadn't been trying to save a mother and child at the time, he wouldn't have died tragically in the Sutra Repository. It could be said that he sacrificed his life for righteousness.

Bai Chen was so frustrated. Damn it, my plan to ace all my classes and be the top student in my year hadn't even been realized yet. It's truly a shame that Heaven envies talented people!

When Bai Chen opened his eyes again, he found himself no longer on Mount Song. His mind was a bit muddled.

Didn't you already die?

Pain——

Pain, proof that one hasn't died, for the dead feel no pain.

A stench of decay hung heavy in the air, and Bai Chen's face turned pale. He looked around, finding himself in a desolate wasteland. Crooked tombstones littered the ground, along with coffins that had burst open and scattered bones.

"This can't be hell, can it? How does hell even have a graveyard?"

"This is not the era you perceive, nor the world you know."

Suddenly, a strange voice rang in Bai Chen's ear. Bai Chen jumped, startled. In this environment, any silence could make him jump out of his skin.

"Who? Who is speaking? Is it human or ghost? Come out... come out... This young master is not afraid..."

"Me? I'm not a person…"

"Help me... ghosts..." Bai Chen jumped up like he had been shot, his backache and pain vanished. He sprang a long way away and dashed out of the graveyard in a flash.

He was running and complaining, that sound really scared him.

But that voice still lingered, echoing endlessly in Bai Chen's ear: "I'm not a ghost..."

Bai Chen was taken aback, her footsteps coming to a sudden halt as she stared blankly at her surroundings. "Who are you? Where are you now?"

"I am in the sea of your consciousness."

"Sea of Consciousness? Where is it?"

"That's in your head."

Bai Chen almost fainted: "What are you doing in my head?"

"Do you think I'd be willing to be in your head?" The voice sounded extremely impatient, or perhaps unwilling. It indifferently stated, "It's too much trouble to explain. Just come in!"

“Come in… Come in?” Bai Chen hadn’t understood what was happening yet, suddenly the world spun around him, and he felt as if he had lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground.

Flowers flew before my eyes, surrounded by mist. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into clear skies. A golden tower shimmered and stood tall ahead.

Suddenly, a faint chanting began, and auspicious clouds surrounded him.

Only a stone tablet stood before the high tower, with three golden characters containing profound Buddhist principles: "Library of Scriptures"!!!

The vermilion gate creaked open slowly. Bai Chen stood there, dumbfounded and lost.

A hazy mist flowed out from the door. Bai Chen couldn't help but murmur to himself, "Could I have come to the West Heaven to see Buddha?"

The gate finally swung open, but the visual impact of what lay beyond almost suffocated Bai Chen in that instant.

The figure standing in the Sutra Repository is not a serene Buddha with kind eyes, but a towering, burly man wearing a gray robe and saffron cassock. His head is shaved except for a tuft of hair bound with a golden band.

That man had a full beard and looked as if he had never bothered with grooming. He was not only fierce-looking but also slovenly. He seemed like a bandit or a butcher.

"Great... Master..."

“You old geezer, my Dharma name is to abstain from killing!” The monk's face contorted with fury as he spat out the words.

"Turns out it's the Master of the Killing Prohibition, young White Morning, pays respects to the Master." White Morning didn't dare act presumptuous. He wasn't sure about the other party's background right now, so it was better to be cautious and respectful.

"I know who you are, Bai Chen. You're 20 years old, a senior in college who hasn't graduated yet. You were a top student until you developed terminal stomach cancer and came out to enjoy life. In the end, you sacrificed yourself to save a mother and child. Your death was truly tragic."

Bai Chen widened his eyes: "You're doing a household survey?"

"To be your big boss, it was calculated by my master's divination," Jie Sha said impatiently.

"May I ask, Master, from what school or lineage do you come? What is your name and Dharma name?"

"Thus comes."

Bai Chen almost choked, Buddha Sakyamuni could teach you this?

"Get out of here! What's with that look? Do you think I want to be your disciple, Buddha?" Jie Sha roared angrily, seemingly using "you big shot" as his catchphrase. One wonders how the venerable Buddha puts up with such a disciple.

Bai Chen chuckled dryly, seemingly unnecessary to explain anything, the fact was right before their eyes.

"I was a bandit in my past life, don't disbelieve me. I've never killed innocents in this lifetime. But when I met the old monk who was actually the Buddha, he deceived... and saved me. He gave me the name and taught me to abstain from killing."

Seeing his dejected expression, Bai Chen could guess what he was thinking. A ruthless pirate who had taken countless lives was suddenly asked to put down his sword and live a simple, peaceful life—it wasn't easy for anyone.

Jie Sha seemed to have found someone to confide in, his face clouded with sorrow as he continued, "Entering the Dunkong Temple isn't a big deal. But seeing evil people unable to be killed, and good people unable to be helped... what's the point of being a monk like this?"

"What then?" Bai Chen asked, as if possessed.

"Then…then it was that I, this old man, have never had the chance to attain Buddhahood in my lifetime. After cultivating for three hundred years, I only managed to cultivate a Lohan gold. This old man doesn't covet that title of Buddha. It's just that when I look at those bodhisattvas and Buddhas, they are always compassionate and merciful, yet never interfere with human affairs, good or evil. I feel uncomfortable inside. My master also saw through my nature, so he sent me out on errands."

"Business? What business?"

"This is compensation for you," Jie Sha looked around and pointed at the sky: "This, this is your consciousness sea, your master gave it to you."

What do you mean? Explain it clearly.

Let me put it this way, my junior brother saw that the mountain gate he had founded was flourishing, but the people at the entrance of the Buddha's door were doing things contrary to Buddhism. So, he decided to return the scripture pavilion to dust. Unexpectedly, you would save that pair of mother and son, abandoning personal gain and saving one life is better than building seven-tiered stupas. Although the pair of mother and son were destined for this fate, your good deeds cannot be erased. Furthermore, you weren't supposed to have your life cut short, but yours has been destroyed. Unless the Buddha Master helps you recast the golden body, but a golden Buddha wouldn't be suitable to appear on Earth, as it would interfere with Earth's lifeblood trajectory. So, I found someone in this Divine State world to reshape your life.

Baichen was already dumbfounded. Jie Sha continued talking nonchalantly, completely ignoring Baichen's stunned expression.

"Actually, the Buddha knows that you yearn for martial arts. That's why he specifically chose this world, the Han and Tang Dynasty of China. This world is very similar to Earth, with cultures and geography that are almost identical. He even gave you a Sutra Library to help you achieve your dreams."

"Damn it!" Bai Chen couldn't help but curse: "I didn't intend to make my dreams come true, did your master fall into the water?"

"I was going to say the same thing... no, wait. My master has walked among mortals for years, so there must be a reason for this arrangement. Plus, what you just said probably already made its way into my master's little notebook."

White suddenly gasped, realizing he had just lost control. Would he face any consequences?

"Don't worry, my master wouldn't be that petty. At most, he'd be reborn as an ox or a horse in his next life," Jie Sha said with a nonchalant expression. Bai Chen rolled his eyes at him. "That's not even that petty."

"By the way, who was the junior brother you just mentioned?"

"Damn, that kid is luckier than me. Back then, he also achieved enlightenment through martial arts, and before that, he established a mountain gate, earning immeasurable merit. In just a few decades, he attained Buddhahood."

"What about you? Did Buddha himself send you here for something?" Bai Chen muttered to himself, "With your looks, if there were ghosts, even they wouldn't believe you."

“What else can I do? My master said he wants you to reshape your life. You live however you want, and if you need help, just ask me. The more merit you gain, the more I gain, and then I'll have enough merit to become a Buddha. So, my second half of life depends entirely on you.”

"How should I live? What if I do evil?"

"Haha... but you have to be capable enough." Jie Sha pointed towards the Sutra Repository and said, "The Sutra Repository houses all the martial arts manuals in the world. In three thousand realms of mortals, each has its own unique wonders. Although Buddha bestows them upon you completely, if you lack virtue, don't even think about getting a single manual."

"Damn it." Bai Chen couldn't help but vent his frustration. Although he didn't intend to do anything wrong, hearing that martial arts manuals required merit points to obtain left him feeling depressed. It seemed that there was truly no free lunch in the world.

"Come, let's go inside and have a look."

Bai Chen entered the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and his eyes lit up involuntarily. The rows of bookshelves were just like a library.

"There are thousands of martial arts styles, but they can all be categorized into four main types: internal techniques, external techniques, five elements, and weaponry. " Jai Sha pointed to the shelves in the scripture pavilion, each shelf clearly labeled with its category.

"This is the first floor of the Sutra Repository, containing only martial arts manuals of the lower nine ranks." Jie Sha pointed to the second floor again: "If your total merit reaches one hundred thousand points, you can enter the second floor."

Bai Chen walked to the bookshelf of gongxin method categories. He was about to pick up a book when Jie Sha suddenly stopped him, “By the way, you have twenty points of merit because you saved a mother and child earlier.”

"Is there ten points of merit for saving one person?" Bai Chen was taken aback, curiously asked.

"Saving one person earns ten points of merit, saving a kind person earns one hundred points of merit, saving a great good person earns ten thousand points of merit, and saving a nine-generation good person earns one hundred thousand points of merit. Killing an evil person earns one point of merit, killing a great evil person earns one hundred points of merit, killing a demon earns one thousand points of merit, killing a Demon King earns ten thousand points of merit, and killing a supreme Demon King earns one hundred thousand points of merit. Moreover, if you do a good deed, there will be different rewards for merit, more or less. This depends on the celestial reward and punishment."

"Damn, this is so complicated. Should I just break it down with pen and paper?" Bai Chen complained.

"That's not necessary, this merit is within the heart and one can check their own merit value."

"So high-tech?"

"Stop looking down! I'm combining technology and magic, this is just the beginning. You'll see what real high tech is soon enough... By the way, did you used to play online games?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Bai Chen didn't react immediately. He was taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation to vegetarianism. It came out of nowhere.

"You'll understand what I mean right away! Hehe..."