"Amitabha."
"The world is impermanent, even the Buddha cannot control fate."
"As long as these tribulations are overcome, we can reach Paradise..."
The figure draped in a kasaya performed a Buddhist ritual.
The sense of Zen was overwhelming, yet there was a hint of residual blood on his smooth hands.
"Last night, the four Buddhist temples performing the Golden Zen ritual all encountered problems."
"Out of four Buddha Sons, one achieved perfection in Buddhist techniques last night, two others were assisted by this humble monk in their practice, but one Buddha Son went missing..."
"Unexpected... there have been quite a few unexpected events lately."
"Amitabha, the outcome is set, the cause has arisen, the process no longer matters."
"Can the culprit who disrupted the Buddha Son's practice be found?"
"Not yet, we cannot identify who it is... but as long as the missing Buddha Son is found."
"What is his religious name?"
"He is named Wuxin..."
