"The Sea of Suffering is boundless; turn back and there is the shore!"
Arrayed in a yellow Buddha robe, with a slightly crooked smile, Ci Hang perched loftily upon the Lotus Throne. As his lips trembled slightly, countless incantations began to rise.
Follower after follower, as if brainwashed by his incantations, crazily prostrated on the ground, ceaselessly kowtowing towards him. Some even went as far as to shave off their own hair, directly taking monastic vows.
Watching the frenzied crowd before him, Ci Hang, seated on the Lotus Throne, couldn't help but curl his lips upward, and a sense of unprecedented pride shone in his eyes.
The already wave-like voices grew even more majestic, so much so that even several miles away, they could be heard clearly.
Whether it be humans or animals, or other creatures, anyone who heard the voice of the Scriptures would involuntarily bring their hands together in prayer and continuously chant in worship.
"Master!"
