Jiang Yuan sat in the whirlwind, directly entering a deep sleep, completely unaware of what was happening around him.
Surrounding Prajna Hall were all the high monks of Cold Spring Temple, even the Elder-level, rarely seen Chief Master Fakong from the Dharma Institute was alarmed.
Watching the visible spiritual power fluctuations that had engulfed the entire Prajna Hall, he clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, all disciples heed the order, protect Patron Jiang. Such spiritual power fluctuations could easily attract the covetous beings from the daytime wilderness, so we must be cautious."
"The disciples follow the command!"
More than twenty high realm Buddhist cultivators responded in unison, then each took a position, sitting cross-legged, palms together, chanting scriptures to protect him.
