Great Thunder Sound Temple was the foremost temple of Buddhism.
Fang Yang stood before it, a group of eminent Buddhist monks behind him. They all stood motionless.
Fang Yang was using the Source Heavenly Eye to comprehend the true meaning Amitabha had left there. The monks awaited the Future Buddha's next move. They needed only to follow him, no longer arguing endlessly over interpretations of scripture as they once had. At last, they had an interpreter of the sutras they could truly trust.
The Future Buddha had Amitabha's recognition. His words could be counted as the Buddha's own, and so long as his interpretations did not stray too far from the scriptures' original meaning, no one would object.
Fang Yang withdrew his gaze and entered Great Thunder Sound Temple, making his way to the secret chamber deep within where Buddhism's scriptures were kept.
Rows of shelves were crammed with sutras. The texts written by Amitabha's own hand alone numbered one hundred and eight.
The scriptures written by ancient Buddhas, bodhisattvas, and Arhats were as vast as a sea of mist, enough to dazzle the eye.
"Leave me. I will comprehend the Buddhist teachings here."
Fang Yang issued his first command since becoming the Future Buddha.
The Buddhist cultivators bowed and took their leave, filing out of the secret chamber.
Jue Youqing and Peacock Wisdom King did not disturb him either. They left with the others, intending to cultivate at other treasured sites on Mount Sumeru.
This chamber was a core treasure of Mount Sumeru, but other places held many legacies left by Buddhist bodhisattvas and Arhats. Those might suit them better.
Not every cultivator could draw on the strengths of many schools. Trying to force an understanding could even drive one mad.
Fang Yang wandered to a shelf and pulled