"Amitabha—how good, how good!" At the sight, Master Changhui unconsciously pressed his palms together and bowed his head in salute, secretly marveling, "The Buddha Dharma truly knows no bounds!"
"Changhui, is that you in the temple? Where are Changsheng and the others?" A ringing voice sounded from the air above and to Master Changhui's left.
"Ah? Master Yuandao?" Master Changhui turned his head and saw a monk floating in midair, far thinner than himself. He cried out in surprise. But when he looked farther back and saw two more old monks floating in the air, he was utterly stunned. "Master Yuanming, Master Yuanwu, you... have all come out?"
"With such an upheaval in the Guiyuan Pagoda, how could we not know? Could we still hide to one side and cultivate in peace?" One monk spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice. "Where is Changsheng? Is he not in the temple?"
"Yes, Master Yuanming. Abbot Changsheng left the temple long ago, taking Junior Brother Chang Geng, Senior Brother Changxing, and a number of the temple's disciples with him!"
"Hm? Such a great commotion? What did they go for?"
"Reporting to Master Yuanwu, according to reports from the disciples, seven-colored radiant light appeared at Mount Yao some time ago. Rumors throughout the martial world say an immortal artifact has emerged. The Abbot took the disciples there to investigate!"
"An immortal artifact?" Master Yuanwu frowned, then nodded slightly. "They should indeed go and take a look. We cannot let that thing fall into someone else's hands!"
"Yes, that was what the Abbot said as well. That was why he had this disciple remain behind to guard the temple, while he personally led the temple's elite... to Mount Yao, intending to bring the immortal artifact back to our Great Forest Temple and leave it beside