The land of Western Jin has changed quickly. Thirty years ago, it would have shocked and angered Wei Yuan; twenty years ago, he would have gathered cultivators to brainstorm solutions; ten years ago, he would have ignited human smoke, set foolproof plans, and dispatched armies to demolish mountains and temples.
But today, Wei Yuan simply watched the magic body of the old monk quietly, sipped a cup of tea, and after a while said, "The methods of the Pure Land are indeed extraordinary."
Moments later, he put down the teacup and summoned several maids, saying, "This is the legacy of a high cultivator, quite useful. Send it to the Science Academy, have them study it thoroughly, not a fraction should be wasted."
