He had no intention of getting involved; he had plenty of treasures, and he certainly didn't want to take any risks. But... since so many people were here, maybe they'd see something interesting?
Lin Zhou stroked his chin and decided to stay a few more days—to see what kind of trouble these people would cause for the sake of their treasure.
Lin Zhou thought to himself that since he was staying in that courtyard every day anyway, it would be nice to come out and see the lively atmosphere occasionally.
The desert wind, carrying sand and an increasingly strong smell of gunpowder, blew past the densely packed tents.
The stone steps of Wanfo Mountain are almost to the summit, the golden light so thick it's almost impenetrable, and the chanting of Buddhist hymns, like the resounding toll of a great bell, vibrates in one's ears, as if trying to completely overwhelm one's will.
Su She's blue robe stood out in the golden light. He walked steadily forward, the stone steps beneath his feet having been bathed in Buddha's light for thousands of years. They were cold and hard, yet they supported his increasingly firm steps.
For a long time, no one stopped him, and he even thought that Buddhism had given up. But when he reached the platform of the last stone steps, the figures in front of him flickered and eighteen burly figures appeared out of thin air.
They were dressed in dark red monks' robes, holding various ritual implements such as vajras, staffs, and prayer beads. Their figures were as upright as pine trees, and they exuded a Buddhist light that had been condensed to the extreme. Each of them had a steady aura at the Integration Realm. When the eighteen people stood together, the Buddhist light intertwined into a net, and they even faintly revealed a pressure that surpassed the early stage of Tribulation Transcending—it was the famous Eighteen Arhats Formation of Buddhism.
Legend has it that these eighteen Arhats have cultivated together for a thousand years and are of one mind. When they join forces, they can kill enemies beyond their realm. Even powerful beings in the early stages of the Tribulation Transcending Realm must temporarily avoid their sharp edge.
Su She stopped and looked at the eighteen Arhats who surrounded him in the center. Their eyes were solemn, without sorrow or joy, but they carried an inviolable Zen-like pressure.
He sighed softly, his heart filled with helplessness.
He came here seeking enlightenment, but instead found himself fighting and killing his way through. Is this the "compassionate" Buddhist sect he once longed for?
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