Upon reaching this place, Chun Zang would no longer encounter the dangers he had faced before. No one dared confront the fury of the Immortal Palace and Great Thunder Sound Temple beneath the watchful eyes of all, nor did anyone wish to disturb this ordinary monk's devout worship. Though the crushing burden of the Immortal-Buddha War already rested upon Chun Zang's shoulders, every one of his meticulous movements displayed the bearing of a Buddha's disciple.
At last, a clear, resonant bell rang from within Jiangchao Temple. Chun Zang stepped onto Jiangchao Ridge and arrived before the golden body of Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva!
Chun Zang knelt in worship, paying homage according to Buddhist rites. When he rose again and looked upon Guanyin Bodhisattva's golden body, tightly shrouded in Silk Brocade, an indescribable melancholy arose in his heart. He said softly, "Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva, this disciple is Chun Zang of Golden Mountain Temple. By my Buddha's decree, I have come to worship. Before coming to Cangxian Continent, this disciple did not know that Buddha's light could not shine everywhere here. Yet this disciple also understands the Buddha Lord's intent. Here, I make a great vow: unless the Bodhisattva's golden body reveals itself in Cangxian Continent, unless the Bodhisattva's sacred ground shines in Changsheng Town, I shall not achieve Buddhahood in this lifetime!"
"Dong..." Another bell sounded, and countless Buddhist disciples chanted, "Amitabha, Amitabha..."
Amid the waves of chanting, a young novice monk emerged from beside Guanyin Bodhisattva's lotus seat. With his palms pressed together, he said, "Amitabha. This disciple Chongping pays respects to Martial Uncle."
"Amitabha, Nephew, you are too courteous!" Chun Zang hurriedly returned the greeting. Looking around, he smiled. "This poor monk has come from Golden Mountain Temple in the Pure Land. Along the way, I heard that Jiangchao Ridge