"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when practicing the profound prajñāpāramitā, saw that the five aggregates are all empty, and overcame all suffering and difficulty."
Xinhai pressed his palms together, a faint golden light emanating from his body. The glow cast a halo around him, possessing a unique power that calmed the spirit.
The two children, whose faces had been contorted in fear, gradually grew calm as the Buddhist chant reached their ears.
CRUNCH!
Zhu Ju, shovel in hand, dug a large pit and placed the villagers' bodies into it one by one.
He glanced sideways at the unguarded Xinhai, a thoughtful look on his face.
'The Cultivators of this world are very peculiar. Their Cultivation isn't high, yet they can borrow the Power of Heaven and Earth.'
'Profound Light?'
In the midst of his work, he asked casually, as if it were an afterthought:
"Master Xinhai, what is Profound Light?"
"Donor Zhu," Xinhai said, looking puzzled.
"Didn't your master teach you?"
