"That was Buddha Lord Fa Zhuang, a Buddha Lord from three hundred thousand years ago. As an ordinary monk, he crossed nearly half of Tianlan Continent. In the end, he learned Buddhist teachings on Mount Sumeru, comprehended the Buddha's heart, and became the Buddha Lord of Mount Sumeru in that generation."
As Wu Tian spoke, his words carried admiration. In his view, what Buddha Lord Fa Zhuang had done was indeed worthy of reverence. The ideals he himself believed in had been greatly influenced by Buddha Lord Fa Zhuang, which was also where they had differed from the Buddha Lord before.
The little novice monks around them immediately let out cries of astonishment, then solemnly bowed before the Buddha statue.
Buddha Lord Fa Zhuang's statue had the appearance of an ordinary monk, holding a Buddhist staff and carrying a bundle on his back, as though he were traveling afar.
Before the statue, a pendant of unknown material lay hidden beneath its robes, giving off hazy colors beneath the light.
Wu Tian lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and recited a Buddhist invocation.
"Buddha Ancestor, Buddha Ancestor, who is that person?" Another little novice monk tugged at Wu Tian's sleeve and called out.
Wu Tian looked in the direction the child pointed. It was not a Buddha statue, but seemingly a woman. She wore a bamboo hat that obscured her face, dressed in white, and carried a somewhat peculiar-looking Black Sword at her waist. She seemed like a very strange person.
"I don't know." Wu Tian shook his head. "It is said that she was originally just an ordinary pilgrim, but for some unknown reason, she remained here. It happened during Buddha Lord Fa Zhuang's tenure."
"Then what did she do?"
"She did many things." Wu Tian spoke softly. "She