The crowd broke into heated discussion upon hearing Qu Xin's words.
Everything here was vastly different from what they had imagined.
They had not come here to toil away. They had come to chant scriptures, worship Buddha, and receive Buddhist Master Dingguang's teachings.
In particular, among these six thousand men and women were quite a few young masters and young ladies from wealthy families. Accustomed to having clothes brought to their hands and food brought to their mouths, how could they possibly wash clothes, cook meals, and labor in the fields?
But Qu Xin had no intention of indulging them. He said coldly,
"Enough. Don't just stand around here. If you don't want to go hungry and freeze tonight, hurry and pick a wooden hut, then start a fire and cook. No one here will wait on you."
With that, Qu Xin turned and headed toward the Buddha hall.
Just then.
Thirty pillars of white light suddenly descended from the increasingly dim sky.
The beams pierced through the roof of the Buddha hall and shone upon thirty people inside.
There were men and women among them, all wearing excited expressions, as though they had waited a long time for this day.
They slowly rose into the air and flew toward the heavens against their will.
After passing through layer upon layer of clouds and mist, they arrived halfway up the mountain.
To their great surprise, there were no temples here, nor were there any monks. There were only rows upon rows of magnificent pavilions.
The pavilions had carved beams and painted rafters, adorned with gold and silver.
Inside, silk drapes hung softly, gleaming with flowing light; porcelain was exquisite and smooth as jade; gold and silver vessels filled the eye.
Every furnishing exuded the utmost extravagance and splendor.
There was