Jiangxi. As the commoners all bowed in worship, a melodious toll of bells suddenly drifted down from the heavens. Wherever it passed, golden radiance surged forth like springs, and countless wondrous signs appeared.
On the distant horizon, thousands upon thousands of Celebration Clouds rolled in, revealing a majestic temple as vast as a mountain. Countless monks moved to and fro within it, chanting Buddhist scriptures, reciting sutras, discussing the Dharma, and debating the Dao. The lingering Buddhist chant and the bell tolls fell upon Lu Yang's ears and surrounded True Person Demon-Sweeping.
"Boom!"
The bell rang eighty-one times in succession. Every strike was like a thunderous rebuke delivered straight to the head. As it entered Lu Yang's ears, it even gave rise to a bizarre thought he could not suppress: 'Amitabha, I'm transcending!'
"Clang! Clang!"
The next moment, his Sword Intent awakened of its own accord, dispelling the Buddhist chants echoing through his mind and jolting Lu Yang awake. Cold sweat immediately trickled down his face.
'What an evil thing!'
Had it been some weaker Foundation Establishment True Person standing here, they would likely have happily converted to the Pure Land by now and become one of its guardian Arhats.
And this was not even the full might of the Buddhist chant. Nearly ninety percent of its terrifying mystical power of "conversion" had been poured onto True Person Demon-Sweeping. Yet even so, when Lu Yang glanced sideways, he saw that True Person Demon-Sweeping's expression remained as still as an ancient well, without the slightest change.
At that moment, the old monk whom the people had bowed to trembled as he rose to his feet.
With his palms pressed together, he said respectfully, "Skanda Demon-Quelling Arhat, Buddha's Son has awaited you for a long time. Please follow this little monk into