Pure Land, the West.
In this land of Zen, temples stood like a forest. Among them was one that was not particularly large, yet it shone with a brilliant Buddha Light and echoed with the sonorous chime of a great bell. Two large words were inscribed on the plaque before it:
Fulong Temple
Pushing open the temple doors and entering the main hall, one could see the Golden Body of a towering Arhat . Beneath it was a prayer mat, and upon it sat a handsome youth with red lips and white teeth.
He was surrounded by his disciples, some chanting scriptures, some holding ritual artifacts, all in the midst of some sacrificial ceremony.
However, at that very moment, a sudden BANG echoed from within the temple.
"Hm?"
The youth with red lips and white teeth opened his eyes, a flicker of confusion in them. 'Guang Hai and Guang Hui... are both dead!? Only Guang Ming is still alive...'
