Just after Qing Yu left the Vajra Temple, the fog enveloping the karma began to dissipate.
Inside the Great Zen Temple, Ban Xiang, who was about to return to the quiet room to continue his meditation, clutched his suddenly aching chest and cried out, "Brother!"
The bad omen came so swiftly, so unexpectedly.
Such a strong premonition could only mean one thing, that something had happened to the Vajra Temple. After all, apart from his fellow sect members at the Vajra Temple, Ban Xiang had no other significant people in his life.
"Alas, the arising and ceasing of causes, fate mocks us..."
In the midst of a peaceful sigh, a figure appeared behind Ban Xiang.
"Abbot?" Ban Xiang turned around in disbelief to look at the old monk behind him.
The current Xinyuan appeared in the guise of an old monk.
He heard him say, "This old monk has just discovered that the Vajra Temple... has been destroyed."
"It's gone, it's gone..." Ban Xiang collapsed to the ground, muttering to himself.
