Spirit Crane True Person had just gently set his teacup on the table when his divine sense, like a nimble swimming fish, detected something unusual.
He looked up and saw the crowd in the street parting to either side in a rustling rush.
Everyone whispered among themselves, like an ant nest thrown into an uproar:
"Look, look! It's Dharma Master Chanxin and First Seat Jingxin!"
"Oh my, hurry and kneel! Those are Golden Core Dharma Masters!"
"Amitābha, two Golden Core Buddhist cultivators appearing at once-something important must be happening..."
Spirit Crane True Person followed everyone's gazes and saw two brilliant golden lights drifting over from afar, like shooting stars chasing the moon.
Wherever they passed, the white snow turned into golden lotuses that slowly bloomed, a sight of surpassing beauty.
The man on the right held a string of Red Bamboo Prayer Beads. He was Dharma Master Chanxin, who had fought Qing Chen on Xuanchi Island all those years ago.
The elderly monk on the left held the Cold Mountain Nine-Ring Staff and wore a kind, benevolent expression. He was Dharma Master Jingxin, abbot of the Discipline Court.
During the expedition to the Immortal-Severing Island Secret Realm back then, he had led the people of Cold Mountain Temple.
Buddhist power surged around the two men like raging waves.
With each step, Sanskrit characters streamed from beneath their feet, condensing in the air into "卍" magic seals that had the power to spiritually transform others.
Inside the teahouse, a serving boy was intently cleaning the tables and chairs with a spell.
When he suddenly saw these two Buddhist cultivators step across the threshold, he was so startled that the dharma-artifact cleaning cloth in his hand fell to the floor with a thud.
His legs went weak, and he was about to