Compared to the Myriad Buddha Hall, the Bright Buddha Hall was far less majestic and immense.
This place resembled a relatively lavish temple, yet there were likewise no shortage of golden Buddha statues within the Bright Buddha Hall.
When Yang An arrived under the guidance of two novice monks, the novice monks guarding the hall entrance all respectfully bowed to him and welcomed him inside.
More than two hundred and seventy destined people had already gathered within the hall. Everyone sat quietly atop prayer cushions, silently awaiting the commencement of the tonsure ceremony.
Yang An slowly stepped into the Bright Buddha Hall. The novice monks behind him shut the heavy doors, blocking out the natural light streaming in from outside. The hall immediately grew dim and yellow, leaving only candlelight and the reflected gleam cast by those golden bodies.
Facing Yang An, all the yet-to-be-tonsured destined people seated upon their prayer cushions pressed their palms together and lowered their heads. Light scattered across their bodies like patch after patch of mottled stains.
Yang An walked forward along the empty path in the center. A gold-patterned prayer cushion had already been prepared for him at the foremost position, displaying every bit of its splendor.
As the Buddha Child, the treatment he received was naturally the best.
Yang An also spotted the Holy Child named Minghui from that day. Minghui's position was slightly behind his own.
Their gazes met by accident, and Minghui slowly lowered his head.
Having reached his place, Yang An sat upright as well and quietly waited for Zen Master Qingcheng, who would preside over this tonsure ceremony, to appear.
Before long, faint chanting arose from every direction within the Bright Buddha Hall, as though countless monks were reciting sutras in low voices.
Accompanied by the chanting, a golden