Under the night sky, the pond was covered with golden lotuses.
The golden lotuses bloomed enchantingly, born without roots, illuminating the dark water's surface with brilliance. The faint, echoing Buddhist chants seemed to descend from the heavens, yet also seeped from beneath the earth, piercing through the lonely night wind with a strange rhythm that stirred the heart and spirit.
Hua Donghan regarded the White Eyebrow Old Monk appearing behind her as if facing a great enemy.
"Jing Heng?"
Though she had never seen this Living Buddha with her own eyes, she had already guessed his identity.
Jing Heng clasped his hands together, his face full of compassion:
"Amitabha, it is indeed this humble monk."
Hua Donghan glanced at the distance and sneered:
