The three of them walked toward the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.
The farther they walked and the closer they came to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, the more sincere the people chanting Buddhist Scriptures around them became, their palms pressed together and their voices trembling.
Their eyes burned with eagerness, and every line of Buddhist Scriptures they chanted seemed like a wish they had made.
The more sincerely they chanted, the more likely it was to come true.
Naturally, the farther they went, the fewer ordinary people there were. Most were purely Śrāmaṇeras.
Yet these Śrāmaṇeras had no cultivation whatsoever, not even immortal cultivation through wish power. Still, they had not come for nothing: their pure mental power was being gathered by the roadside Buddha statues.
Sometimes, an atmosphere could blindly push people to a point where they could hardly control themselves.
They instinctively wanted to fit in, instinctively stopped thinking.
Humans were undoubtedly social creatures, and gaining acceptance was itself something that brought happiness.
And now that happiness lay right before their eyes-join it, chant its scriptures.
Together, those two things were an earth-shattering killing move against common people who had never read a book. Almost no one could escape their grasp.
Cultivators and Confucian scholars were too distant; the Buddha was so near.
Besides, given the Western Ox-He Continent's current circumstances, the path of immortal cultivation was fraught with difficulties.
On top of that, the Central Province Buddhist Sect could firmly control the Western Ox-He Continent. Under that deterrence, Buddhism could naturally be spread thoroughly.
"The Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is the largest Buddhist temple within a thousand li. Inside, the emphasis is mostly on imposing great Buddhas and exquisite towers."
"But most people on the Western Ox-He Continent are free-spirited. As you've seen, sir, most of the