"Yes, we understand!" Xingkong, Xingmin, and Xingfan bowed in midair, their faces filled with pride. Indeed, saving a hundred thousand living beings with a wave of the hand and coming within half a step of attaining the Bodhisattva Fruit—such a thing was absolutely rare even in the Pure Land, much less on the Cangxian Continent, where Confucian cultivation flourished! Moreover, witnessing such a grand occasion of attaining fruition would be of tremendous benefit to Xingkong and the others' own cultivation. How could they not be excited? Taking a step back, the merit of a hundred thousand living beings—whether Xingchen or Xingkong and the others, all of them would be able to share a little of it. When they returned to Yunlin Temple and their names were called in the Mahavira Hall, perhaps it would even be sent to the Pure Land and recorded in the Buddhist scriptures!
Watching the three leave in different directions, Xingchen smiled and flew toward the Liao River. He understood perfectly well that regardless of whether Xiao Hua lived or died, the Daoists had already been defeated, and Jiangchao Temple would absolutely cease to exist in Changsheng Town. Not only that, Changsheng Academy, which had previously been so powerful that Little Gold Temple could scarcely shake it, would absolutely be no match for Little Gold Temple from now on! Just moments ago, in that critical hour, Xingchen had very easily sensed the power of faith from the hundred thousand living beings. That heartfelt, purest reverence and devotion had already been deeply carved into the hearts of the hundred thousand villagers of Changsheng Town. In the future, they would surely abandon Confucianism for Buddhism. Whenever danger arose, they would think of the scene of Xiao Hua holding the bottle aloft and saving all living beings. Xiao Hua's