Master Jimie muttered curses under his breath while drawing a cloth pouch from his robes.
He gently untied the drawstring, and an instant later, dazzling radiance burst from within. Several ancient, exquisitely crafted Buddhist treasures tumbled out onto the ground, each entirely different in shape.
Some resembled lotuses, blooming with a soft blue light; others looked like vajras, with golden lightning crackling across their surfaces; still others were small jade bottles, within which flickered faint points of light—the sacred aura emitted by Buddhist Sarira.
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