Beneath the five gigantic, solemn Buddhas, two elderly abbots in red kasayas sat cross-legged on meditation cushions, fingering Buddha beads as they murmured sutras to themselves.
One of them was the abbot of Zhengde Temple whom Li Huowang had met several years ago. His appearance was striking—like Bai Lingmiao, his pupils were pink. They both had albinism.
The other abbot looked quite normal, yet his features were identical to the monk who had accompanied Li Huowang. He was the abbot of the Zhengde Temple in Da Qi. Compared to when they first met in Niuxin Village, he was clearly much fatter now.
"Amitabha."
"Amitabha."
Seeing the two of them reciting the Buddha's name as they looked at him, Li Huowang walked over to the meditation cushions in front of them and sat down.
"Benefactor Li, since you have come to the temple, isn't it improper not to offer incense to the Buddha?" the abbot of the Zhengde Temple in Siqi spoke up.
