Eighteen Thousand Monks Gather!
The Evil Flood Dragon broke through the clouds. When Lin Bai and the others looked up, they saw an endless mountain range stretching across the vast land ahead.
Throughout that mountain range, every peak and mountain had been carved into enormous Buddha statues with astonishing craftsmanship, standing in great numbers between heaven and earth.
The gate of Buddha's Fate Temple stood backed by the Thousand Buddha Mountain Range. Countless ancient Buddhist halls and temples stretched beyond sight, scattered among the mountains and forests.
The mountains and forests before Buddha's Fate Temple had once been untouched, but as the temple's reputation grew throughout the Western Continent, more and more people came to worship Buddha. Over time, the mountains and forests before the temple had been trampled flat, becoming a vast plain.
At that moment, the Evil Flood Dragon poked through the clouds. Lin Bai and the others saw not only the Thousand Buddha Mountain Range, but also the plain before Buddha's Fate Temple, where nearly millions of monks sat cross-legged, chanting incredibly profound Buddhist scriptures in low voices.
"Whoa, there are so many people!" A Ning stood on the dragon's spine and looked down. A thousand Buddhas had descended to earth, while ten thousand monks sat cross-legged and chanted in unison. The scene was extraordinarily magnificent and shocking. "They say that, throughout the world, the people one must never provoke are monks who cultivate through faith. It looks like that's true. With this kind of cohesion, even the Divine Martial Nation's army couldn't manage it, could they?"
Feng Wenjun said softly, "Buddha's Fate Temple is one of the Western Continent's three great Buddhist temples. It has hundreds of millions of believers, so it is perfectly normal for several million monks to come at a single call."
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