An actual 5-foot-tiny monk.

He was short, with the face of a young teenager of around fourteen. Despite his innocent looks, his entire body radiated with holy light, with thousands and thousands of Buddhist talismans around him. There was even a golden halo behind his head.

That was the symbol of a golden body of a Bodhi. Within the halo was some pattern of a flower.

Upon further inspection, it was actually a spider lily.

“Oh my lord, who is this? Where did he come from?” Pigsy jumped and blurted out from shock.

The little monk solemnly clasped his hands. “Amitabha!”

“That… Bodhi statue?” Quick-witted, Xerxes realized where the monk came from.

In actual fact, they shouldn’t be calling it a little monk. It was a small Bodhi, after all.

Apart from his innocent face, everything else was there. He looked somewhat similar to a Bodhi statue.

The little Bodhi nodded. “I am… the Palatial.”

Alex had heard of this title quite a while ago, but Xerxes and Dorothy had not. They both expr