That afternoon, the Great Xiangguo Temple was bathed in Buddha's radiance.
A beam of golden light, like the sun itself, flashed above the Daxiong Treasure Hall.
In an instant, the entire Yangzhou City was filled with the sound of sutra chanting and the tolling of bells and drums, and a Golden Buddha Statue was floating above the great hall.
A Great Monk, under the protection of Zhu Bajie, Sha Seng, and Little White Dragon, entered the Great Xiangguo Temple together with them.
The onlooking believers all bowed and saluted, each one treating him with utmost respect and deep devotion.
This Monk's face was fair and kind, his Dharma Laksana solemn, Buddha's light coiled about him, his body unstained by even a trace of worldly vulgarity.
Mere mortals, upon seeing him, felt their hearts submit at a single glance, as if they were about to have all the sins of their entire being delivered and washed away by him.
