"Better go welcome your Buddhist sect senior!" Seeing a flash of enlightenment in Ci Hui's eyes, Xin Xin knew he had gained something. Smiling, she said, "Perhaps this senior can offer you even greater guidance!"
A roar like a lion's came from afar, and a mass of purple cloud drifted over. Upon that cloud stood a Purple-Haired Hou, fully twice the size of the Green Lion. Its violet fur was several feet long, fluffily streaming in the heavenly wind. Yet in the fist-sized eyes set within its savage beastly head, there was no fierceness to be seen. Instead, its gaze was exceptionally gentle and pleasant. Especially as it shook its head and swayed its brain, the large collar around its neck carried two silver bells, whose jangling rings were even more delightful to hear. On the Purple-Haired Hou's back sat a tall monk. His features were ancient and plain, his brows white, and the half-foot beard beneath his chin was likewise streaked gray and white. He wore a gray monk's robe, with a scabbard hanging at his waist. One hand was held palm-to-chest, while the other gripped a Demon Subduing Pestle as thick as a duck egg. His eyes shone like stars, yet he did not look toward Ci Hui, Xin Xin, and Xiao Hua. Like Xin Xin before him, he instead stared at Four Extremes Mountain in evident puzzlement.
"Amitabha, this junior, Ci Hui of Qinglian Temple, pays respects to Senior..." Ci Hui did not dare be negligent. Before the monk could withdraw his gaze, he stepped forward twice upon auspicious clouds, pressed his palms together, and bowed.
Seeing Ci Hui step forward, Xiao Hua also braced himself and bowed. "This junior, Bodhi of Little Linglong Temple, pays respects to Senior!"
Xin Xin, however, was in no rush to