The believers were just bowing their heads when suddenly someone else appeared on the altar, understandably bewildered.
Yet, Zheng Fa was draped in a radiance, with an even purer Buddha light behind his head, so they dared not doubt him, their eyes full of confusion, not knowing what would happen.
Zheng Fa was equally perplexed—how is it that the Jiushan Sect Leader like me ended up on the altar of Leiyin Temple?
It was not intentional, but rather the golden lotus beneath him was acting up.
Zheng Fa could feel that the golden lotus beneath him was connected to the Pure Land above, even the golden bowl of Lu Yao seemed manipulated by this golden lotus, protecting him.
He glanced up and saw Lu Yao had noticed something amiss, lowered his head with a frown, looking at the golden lotus beneath Zheng Fa, he asked Zheng Fa:
"What is this?"
