Outside Western Capital City, where the evening glow rose, a white elephant came into view.
The giant elephant was snow-white all over, as if carved from white jade, except that its body was extremely huge, taller than the city gates of the Western Capital. On the elephant's head grew upward-pointing fuzz that formed the shape of a fountain, and upon this fuzz someone had built wooden boards and laid a golden blanket.
Several brawny strongmen, standing about seventeen feet tall with bare torsos, stood at the four corners, vigilantly eyeing the surroundings.
On the elephant's back stood a three-story wooden building with terraces on all four sides. On each terrace stood people dressed in golden armor, with primordial spirits several feet tall towering behind them.
Inside the third-floor wooden building, several people with the appearance of scholars stood by the windows, looking outward and talking and laughing.
"Which one is Young Master?" Everyone craned their necks to look, and someone shouted aloud.
At this moment, another giant elephant came into view, walking toward Western Capital City.
That giant elephant also had strongmen guarding its head. The Yellow Turban Strongmen were glittering with golden light and possessed boundless strength, suddenly letting out a roar comparable to a fierce tiger or a dragon, drowning out the sound of thunder.
On the elephant's back was a lotus dais, four or five zhang in radius, among which the most eye-catching was a sixteen-foot golden-bodied monk. Behind his head, Buddhist light coiled, presenting a vision of a pure land.
This pure land was called the Western Heaven.
The monk stood on the lotus dais, looking down at the people on both sides of the streets and on the buildings of Western Capital City, like a Buddha looking down upon all living beings.
"The Young Master