In the Lingshan Sanctuary, at the Great Leiyin Temple, the Buddha sat atop a lotus throne. A halo of merit slowly rotated behind his head, radiating a divine glow that bathed his surroundings in thousands of beams of wisdom. Below him, three thousand bhikshus, five hundred arhats, and various bodhisattvas listened in solemn silence. The Great Heroic Hall was filled with rhythmic chanting and the celestial phenomenon of falling flower petals.
"All dharmas are empty, neither arising nor ceasing, neither defiled nor pure..." The Buddha’s voice resonated like the deep tolling of the Huang Zhong bell. Every word was a precious gem, brimming with supreme truth.
The disciples either sat with eyes closed in contemplation or wore expressions of sudden enlightenment, all immersed in the profound Buddhist teachings.
Chapter 449