"What... quite an imposing aura!" Lu Zheng rubbed his chin.
"Hmph! Pretentious, Western Paradise, where did this so-called Glazed Buddha come from?"
"Merely superficial. The stronger the aura, the more it shows their lack of confidence!" Yuan Jing sneered, slapping a Golden Light Curse on himself.
Even though the anomalies in the temple didn't reveal any flaws at this moment and appeared full of Buddhist charm, none could truly be a True Buddha. As soon as they started to act, the truth would naturally become clear.
Thus, the three advanced together, stepping into the main hall, while Lu Zheng also noticed the situation inside the hall.
As expected, besides the three Buddha Bodhisattvas on the central altar, there were long altars on both sides of the hall, each with seven or eight Bodhisattva Arhats seated, each in varying postures, either sitting cross-legged in meditation, standing with hands joined, or performing seals.
