My Informative Cultivation Life

Yang Ji sized up the palm-sized miniature child in his hand, the same creature that used to be an ugly one with a hideous ghoul's face adorning its mushroom cap.

Now having shed its ugly form and bathed in Buddha's light, it seemed so holy.

Yang Ji looked at the "Buddhist Scriptures" above its head and, after a moment of contemplation, said to the crowd, "You all go wait for me outside the secret chamber."

"As you wish, Master." The white-haired elders and others understood, helping each other out as they left.

The young girl in fighter's attire glanced at the child that the Demon Mushroom had transformed into, and then at Yang Ji, and followed suit, exiting as well.

Yang Ji eyed the word "Cunning" above the Demon Mushroom's head and said, "Stop pretending to be a high monk. Now I ask you, where did your Buddhist Scriptures come from?"

"What Buddhist Scriptures? I don't know what you are talking about, benefactor," the Demon Mushroom inwardly flinched, pretending to be tranquil, with its palms pressed together, "This is simply my original form, I am not a Demon Mushroom, but a Sacred Mushroom born of Buddha's light."

A Sacred Mushroom born of Buddha's light?

It sounded like it wasn't lying, for Yang Ji couldn't detect any abnormality.

At that moment, focusing on the "Buddhist Scriptures" above its head, he naturally had some thoughts.

But the Golden Finger could only display information about the current state of things and could neither predict the future nor the past, nor read memories.

Seeing Buddha's light means the Demon Mushroom exhibited the holiness of the Buddhist Scriptures in secret, which is why "Buddhist Scriptures" appeared.

But he couldn't see the actual content of the scriptures.

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For instance, looking at a person, like the Lord of Baxuan City, reveals his current state of strength.

But when all eight City Lords merged into Di Xuansha, their state changed, and naturally, the information changed as well, hence the display "Unison Heart, All-Sided Craftiness."

Reading someone's inner thoughts, on the other hand, came from information displayed through changes in another's demeanor and gaze.

However, such displays could be so nuanced as to pick up on the slightest emotional flicker accurately.

Of course, they could only see what the other person was currently thinking, as for what they would think in the future, that remained unseen.

But this was enough.

All men are worldly beings who can't possibly be free of the seven emotions and six desires, not even the Buddha could achieve that.

So as long as Yang Ji made eye contact with someone, he could read their current thoughts from the most subtle changes in their expression.

After all, the Golden Finger could only discern the basic attributes and the states that things presented and could not probe deeper.

Like observing the Divine Medicine, he could only know its age, effects, and name, but not its origin, such as which Secret Realm it was harvested from.

The Golden Finger did not possess the power of cause and effect.

The only thing it could predict was the weather forecast, accurate to two hours ahead.

If Yang Ji wanted to attain the Buddhist Scriptures that the Demon Mushroom was cultivating, he couldn't do so just by looking at the Buddha's light unless it wrote down the scripture.

Seeing Yang Ji suddenly fall silent, the seemingly composed Demon Mushroom was actually restless inside. Its small eyes kept glancing at Yang Ji, fearing he would suddenly become angry.

Yang Ji cast a glance at it, and then suddenly raised an eyebrow, "Since you do not know the Buddhist Scriptures, it seems you have no greater value, and you must be used for Alchemy. Whether you are a Yin Minor Holy Medicine or a Yang Minor Holy Medicine, as long as you are a Minor Holy Medicine, I have a hundred methods to refine you into a Medicine Pill that can advance my cultivation."

"Benefactor, you wish to use me for Alchemy?" asked the Demon Mushroom, spewing a mouthful of Buddha's light and pressing its palms together gently.

"This Minor Holy Medicine of yours contains Buddha's light; its medicinal effect is certainly extraordinary. Alchemy is indeed the best choice. This is your destiny, to realize your full value; it's what every living being hopes to see, and I believe you are no exception, right?" Yang Ji said, looking at the Demon Mushroom.

With an unchanged expression, the Demon Mushroom blandly said, "In ancient times, the Buddha Ancestor cut flesh to feed eagles; now, the Sacred Mushroom sacrifices itself. It ignites the fire of hope, to fulfill others is good, as the saying goes, 'If I don't enter Hell, who will?' This is the rationale of the Buddha Path."

Looking at the Demon Mushroom, calm yet frantic inside, Yang Ji couldn't help but smile, wondering how long it could keep up the act.

He nodded appreciatively and smoothly said, "You truly understand Buddha's teachings, having been born bathed in Buddha's light. I imagine after your reincarnation, you will surely become a true disciple sitting beneath the Bodhisattva. So, go on your way with peace."

"Ancient divinations required burning incense and bathing. I will dedicate myself in prayer to Buddha, so that in my next life I may touch the divine. Would you allow this child a moment to pray?" asked the Demon Mushroom, its expression unchanged, a slight smile on its face.

The Demon Mushroom was so composed and detached in the face of death, like a veritable Buddha who had attained enlightenment.

Even Yang Ji was taken aback; if it wasn't for his Golden Finger that could pierce through the thoughts of the Demon Mushroom, he might have actually been fooled by its profound facade.

The Demon Mushroom wore a faint smile, but feeling the gaze of Yang Ji's light laughter, it felt a chill in the depths of its heart, a trace of fear hidden in its eyes.

It always felt the person before it was too strange, as if seeing right through it, causing it to bristle.

"Does the benefactor permit me?" the Demon Mushroom asked again in a light voice, soft and rounded, gentle and delicate.

Yang Ji smiled and nodded, curious to see what tricks it would play. He then relaxed his fingers and placed it on the ground.

The Demon Mushroom sat cross-legged on the ground, pressing its palms together, and slowly closed its eyes, hiding its craftiness well.

Soon, after dozens of breaths, Yang Ji said indifferently, "Alright, your prayer is finished. It's time to go."

He reached out his hand to grab it, but what he picked up was the Demon Mushroom's old exuviae. The Demon Mushroom inside had used the trick of the cicada shedding its skin to escape while he was distracted.