"No need!" Xiao Hua blurted out three words, then turned and walked toward the donkey cart Yuan Ya had already led over.
"Hehe..." Xiao Jian suppressed the wild joy in his heart and hurried after Xiao Hua. The way he looked at Little Gold Temple's mountain gate was as though he were looking at his own home.
In less than the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, Xingkong and Xingmin from Yunlin Temple, along with ten monks from Little Gold Temple, stepped onto the arena. The ten monks sat cross-legged upon it, wooden fish in hand. One hand lightly tapped the fish while the other stood upright before their chests, and their mouths murmured ceaselessly. As they chanted, a faint Buddhist radiance spread across the entire arena. The light gradually took shape, unexpectedly forming the outline of a lotus.
"Amitabha!" The devout men and women beneath the arena cried out in shock.
The instant the lotus took form, clouds arose beneath Xingkong and Xingmin's feet. The two soared into the air, clapped their hands, and drew two violet-gold alms bowls from their sleeves. Driven by thought power, two streams of Buddhist light burst from the bowls like pillars of light shooting into the sky. "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful!" the two monks proclaimed, forming seals with both hands and striking the bowls. The bowls let out a thunderous hum, and the pillars of Buddhist light trembled as they intertwined in midair. Slowly, an image of the Buddha several zhang tall, kind-browed and benevolent-eyed, emerged in the sky!
"May the Buddha bless us!" Seeing the enormous Buddha standing before them atop a lotus, many villagers no longer dared remain standing. With repeated thumps, they fell to their knees, and chaos erupted beneath the arena!
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