Guanyin hardly dared meet Rulai's gaze. After a long moment, Rulai finally looked away and said, "Bodhisattva, handle the matter of the Golden Cicada's reincarnation. Make sure it happens as soon as possible."
"Yes, World-Honored One, I am on it," Guanyin replied, and vanished in a flash toward the outside of the Mahavira Hall.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, over thirty years passed. For immortals and Buddhas, thirty-odd years were merely a snap of the fingers.
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