"I don't know what will happen next."
Little Meng took out the small jade Buddha and turned to the others. "If we can open Mount Spirit, there may be a way to survive. If not..."
"If not, we're all dead anyway. Since death will come sooner or later, what's there to fear?"
Jiang Zhiwei flicked her sword and smiled unconcernedly.
"Exactly!"
Everyone nodded.
"Then I'll give it a try."
Little Meng pressed the small jade Buddha against the plaque reading "Da Lei Yin Temple," took a deep breath, and shouted, "Namo Shakyamuni Tathagata! Save all living beings and deliver them from every suffering and calamity!"
For a fake monk like Little Meng, this Buddhist chant truly was a desperate last-minute prayer.
"Namo Shakyamuni Tathagata!"
A vast Buddhist chant rang out, thunderous in sound and shaking heaven and earth.
That chant had not come from Little Meng, but from the plaque of "Da Lei Yin Temple."
"Om..."
The Da Lei Yin Temple plaque trembled with a hum as boundless Buddhist light soared into the sky.
Pure as glass, the Buddhist light spread outward, bearing Great Light, Great Wisdom, and Great Compassion.
As the light washed over them, everyone felt themselves purified, body and soul alike.
The radiance gathered and formed an illusory door suffused with Buddhist light.
The small jade Buddha flew out on its own and embedded itself within the luminous door.
The illusory door slowly opened, revealing a scene shrouded in Buddhist radiance: divine splendor surged, glasslike purity gleamed, and Buddhist chants echoed in waves.
"It really is here!"
Everyone's faces filled with joy. They had truly found life in the midst of certain death.
"That commotion must have alerted the demons outside. Move!"
No one dared delay. They hurriedly rushed through the gate of Buddhist light.
"To enter