"Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Huiqing. Esteemed patrons, please follow this little monk to offer prayers."
Zha Muxi frowned slightly. She had no desire to kneel there for so long just to listen to a bunch of monks chanting scriptures.
By now, Zha Muxi had finally realized that ever since she started living in the mortal realm, the frequency of her frowning had grown noticeably higher. No wonder the immortals in storybooks always chose the mortal realm whenever they underwent heavenly tribulations. Every single day in the mortal realm was filled with these trivial, bothersome matters. She wanted to die, yet lacked the courage to actually do it; she wanted to live, yet this world kept pushing people desperately toward their graves.
Chapter 32