Guilan Temple, shrouded in auspicious clouds.
Treasure Court Mountain, enveloped in somber clouds.
We shall not delve into the journey back to Guilan Temple in Yizhou where Zen Master Huiejue treated everyone with a vegetarian feast, but focus on the monks from Western Buddhism who remain at Treasure Court Mountain.
Because they never expected Master Dahuo to lose, the monks were momentarily silent.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Master Dahuo sat cross-legged on the ground, his face pale as paper, yet his expression was calm and indifferent.
Having lived for hundreds of years, possessing thousands of years in Dao practice, even if the mystery of life and death remained elusive, reaching this point meant they wouldn't lose composure.
"Thank you all for accompanying me on this arduous journey and bearing witness to my magical combat." Master Dahuo said blandly, "Unfortunately, Dahuo's mind is short and rough, causing everyone much amusement."
