Dragon Heads Festival.
The dragon raised its head.
The Emperor had summoned the Imperial Preceptor to preach the scriptures.
At this time, Pu Du Ci Hang's prestige among both the court and the common folk was at its peak.
Tens of thousands of believers from the capital had gathered outside the imperial city to listen respectfully to the Imperial Preceptor's sermon.
When Pu Du Ci Hang arrived, heavenly flowers scattered from above and golden lotuses sprang from the earth. Buddhist chants rang out like great bells and chimes.
"My Buddha!"
"Immeasurable Light!"
"My Buddha!"
"Amitayus!"
Pu Du Ci Hang sat upright upon the Lotus Throne and smiled faintly as he proclaimed, "Namo to the Land of Ultimate Bliss! The Western Tathagata has descended!"
Boundless Buddha Light shone upon believers in every direction.
The elderly regained their youth, the weak became healthy, the sick recovered, severed limbs regrew...
The thin grew fat, the fat grew thin, the dead came back to life, and the living attained bliss...
"Amitabha!"
Pu Du Ci Hang seemed to transform into a Golden Buddha as streams of formless incense and fortune flowed into it.
All the way to the palace gates, not a single soldier stood guard.
The civil and military officials who had arrived ahead of time bowed to welcome the Imperial Preceptor.
Pu Du Ci Hang said, "Today's sermon shall mark the flourishing age of Great Jing. From this day forth, our Buddha shall prosper, and all living beings of the ten directions shall take refuge in our Buddha!"
Upon hearing this, the civil and military officials pressed their palms together and loudly chanted Buddhist invocations.
"Amitabha! Our Buddha is merciful. We shall obey the Western Tathagata's decree!"
After Pu Du Ci Hang and the civil and military officials entered the palace gates, the