The prosperity of the Three Realms can conquer the heart of anyone who beholds it.
The monk progressed on his journey, the more he saw, the more astonished he felt in his heart.
"This place seems to be even better than Pure Land..."
After passing by some temples, the monk even began to doubt his own faith.
As the replacement for the White Robed Venerate, he knew that Pure Land had many flaws.
Although the Three Realms couldn't grant all wishes immediately, their prosperity was not less than that of Pure Land, and the coexistence between the Buddhist sects and the ordinary people of this world was very harmonious, even more so free.
The monk's faith was somewhat shaken.
He continued on his way and came to the foot of Kunlun Mountain.
Here, Taoist sects were prominent, with fewer temples, and Taoist disciples were practicing swordsmanship among the trees.
An elder Taoist saw the monk, his eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to ask: "Elder, where do you hail from?"
