The sky gradually darkened, yet Monk Xinyuan's Rebirth Mantra did not cease.
In ancient times, Monk Xinyuan's cultivation would have already been worthy of being called a Vajra or a Bodhisattva. With such a high monk chanting sutras to liberate souls, even the heroic spirits of the Beiyang Fleet, who had been trapped for a century, could find release.
From an angle imperceptible to ordinary people, the lingering resentment on the heroic spirits inhabiting Dingyuan Pavilion—no, more accurately, the remains of The Dingyuan—was being dispelled. Their grudges from dying in war, their unwillingness due to the defeat in the First Sino-Japanese War, and their century-long hatred bound to this site were all dissolved bit by bit with Monk Xinyuan's devout chanting of the Rebirth Mantra.
