"Amitabha!"
Before Dharma Master Dahuo arrived, his voice did. "Where is Hui Jue Dharma Master?"
Waves of Brahmaic Sound rang out, piercing straight into their minds.
Seeing the golden heavenly light rapidly spreading toward Bao Ting Mountain, Jiang Fei's eyes narrowed. A strand of Sword Qi gathered without being released, flickering in and out of sight.
If the other side dared to press down on them so wantonly with that Buddhist radiance phenomenon, Jiang Fei was prepared to slash over with a stroke of Sword Qi.
"Stay calm. Hui Jue is here." Star Fishing Old Man moved his fingers, and a speck of purple starlight blossomed at his fingertips, though he ultimately did not strike.
The next moment, a surge of golden Buddhist light came rolling in from east of Bao Ting Mountain like a tide.
The golden Buddhist light resembled the billows of a vast sea, shimmering in waves that rose one after another, layer upon layer. With every layer, the Buddhist light grew denser, and its momentum stronger.
It had initially seemed weak, but by the time it neared Bao Ting Mountain, it was like an unstoppable tsunami of Buddhist light, not the slightest bit inferior to the five-colored Tianzhu Buddhist light opposite them.
"Amitabha!"
Zen Master Hui Jue's voice suddenly resounded between heaven and earth. "Dharma Master Dahuo."
"Zen Master Hui Jue."
Dharma Master Dahuo answered, then descended with the dozen-odd monks following him onto Bao Ting Mountain, landing atop another nearby peak some distance from Lu Zheng and the others.
"Ten years have passed. Have you been well?" Dharma Master Dahuo looked toward Zen Master Hui Jue.
"Thank you for your concern, Dharma Master. This humble monk has been well."
Zen Master Hui Jue lowered his Cloud Head and landed beside Lu Zheng and the others.