Orochimaru watched the scene, his lips moving slightly, but he said nothing, unwilling to spoil everyone's mood.
Zhengyi Sect and Christianity had now fallen silent, but Buddhism, which had already gained countless believers, was spreading like a virus.
The Buddhist path to enlightenment was difficult to understand and difficult to practice.
Thus, when Liaofan traveled across the Prime Material Plane spreading the Buddhist Dharma, there were not many enlightened ones following behind him.
Yet wherever he passed, the beings who heard his Dharma would, through their own insights, spontaneously establish countless temples.
They used them to worship all manner of Buddhas, real or imagined, in pursuit of the truth within their hearts.
There were monk professions in the Crystal Wall World, but these monks were not monks who practiced the unity of Zen and martial arts.
Their cultivation did not pursue Zen, but martial prowess.
They trained like ascetics, carrying out dull exercises day after day, all for the sake of gaining formidable strength.
But once Liaofan brought Zen with him, they had a goal.
Before they achieved sudden enlightenment or awakening, those monks who sensed enlightenment in Liaofan began gathering together of their own accord, pursuing the realms of Zen, insight, and awakening.
Though Liaofan had not united them, they were like sparks upon the wilderness, shining with their own light.
And ready at any moment to set the prairie ablaze.
This was what Orochimaru had seen and felt on his way back.
But there was no need to say it, was there?
The bard Cheli possessed the concept of depicting epics and rewriting the world; he, too, had his own thoughts.
When he heard "rogues," the first thing that came to mind was not their lethality, but their abilities to sneak and steal.
They were a class of