Light Sea, Immortal Pivot.
In the western Pure Land of Profound Joy, at the Great Thunderclap Temple on Spirit Mountain, countless ancient temples filled the eye, layer upon layer. Arhats and Bodhisattvas, all manner of Dharma Appearances, were arrayed upon Lotus Platforms.
At the center of the Lotus Platforms sat a Golden Body Great Buddha with a solemn, treasure-like countenance. It had eighteen arms and twenty-four heads, its Buddha faces displaying every thought and emotion of mortal Red Dust. It held jeweled necklaces and parasols, flower vases and fish-gut swords, empowered divine vajras, precious files, golden bells, golden bows, silver halberds, Banners, and other treasures.
Surging Buddha Light rose gradually from behind the Buddha faces, like fire, like pillars, piercing straight through the clouds.
Pagodas stood before the eye, and the scent of udumbara flowers drifted through the air. It was truly a land so blessed one doubted Heaven had another; with idle clouds, the days seemed long. When Red Dust reached this place, all karmic ties came to an end; through ten thousand calamities, the Great Dharma Hall remained unblemished.
"Amitabha."
Guangming sighed deeply from the bottom of his heart. He felt that even the air of this sacred Spirit Mountain realm was sweetly fragrant, incomparably better than his own Hidden Dragon Temple.
Speaking of Hidden Dragon Temple, times had changed.
Back then, Arhat Fulong had been the temple's abbot. A little novice like him had not even reached Foundation Establishment and had been destined to become nothing more than an Arhat Fulong's attendant.
But the times had changed.
Ever since the Dao Venerable had governed the world, replacing the old Heaven with a new Vault Sky and giving the sun and moon new faces, who did not know that Guangming had once been valued by the World Honored