"Report to the Bodhisattva, the host has been in seclusion for decades. Recently, the Soul Lamp flickers with signs of extinguishing, causing great fear in my heart. That is why I have requested the Bodhisattva, hoping he could consider the host's years of toil and virtue, and bring him back to Spirit Mountain for rebirth."
The elderly monk from the monastery clasped his hands together and spoke.
Manjusri Bodhisattva in the void was silent for a moment, his gaze turned to the place of seclusion at the back mountain of Bright Temple, his voice resonating like a bell as he chanted:
"Yao Xin Arhat, show yourself!"
In the back mountain, in the place of seclusion at Bright Temple, underground in a tower dozens of fathoms deep, a gaunt, spent, and wick-drained bald monk moved his finger slightly after those words of summoning.
