Ning'an Prefecture City.
About five hundred meters from the Jingwu Bureau Office.
A high platform stood tall.
Waves of Buddhist chanting vibrated through the air, drawing a crowd of over a thousand commoners who packed half the street so tightly that nothing could pass.
Atop the high platform sat a young monk cross-legged, dressed in a bluish-gray robe. His face was as fair as jade, his lips red and his teeth white, and his expression held a hint of compassion.
A faint Golden Light enveloped his body.
From a distance, he looked like a living Buddha.
As the young monk preached, the surrounding commoners all showed looks of excitement and reverence. Some even kowtowed and bowed repeatedly.
Beyond the throng of commoners, numerous Jianghu Martial Artists had also gathered. Some stood on the street, others sat in taverns, nearly filling the entire road.
However, there was a difference.
The commoners had come to seek grace and blessings.
