National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

On the vast, boundless plaza, the dense crowd of people seemed endless.

The Power of Faith from deep within their hearts continuously overflowed from their bodies, transforming into wisps of starlight

that constantly intertwined and gathered in the air.

This starlight gradually condensed into a dreamlike sea of fluorescence,

resembling countless nimble fireflies dancing and emitting a soft, mesmerizing light.

This miraculous sight could only be seen by the monks long immersed in the practice of the Buddhist Dharma.

In their eyes, this was a sacred sign of Buddhist Power manifesting—a mystical guide to the Extraordinary Realm.

”Should one hear Amitabha’s virtuous name, with a joyful heart of praise and refuge, even a single thought will bring great benefit, a treasure of complete merit and virtue.

Even if a great world system were filled with fire, one should pass through it to hear the Buddha’s name. Hearing Amitabha, one will never turn back. Therefore, with a sincere heart, I bow my head in worship...”

The monks chanted the scriptures in unison, their voices low and solemn,

like ancient hymns reverberating over the plaza, carrying a power that pierced the very soul.

As the fluorescent light, formed from the overwhelming Power of Faith,

gently showered them like a fine spring rain,

the monks’ faces instantly flushed with uncontrollable excitement.

Their eyes shone with a mixture of excitement and piety. They swiftly pressed their palms together, fingertips trembling,

as the speed of their chanting abruptly quickened,

as if to unleash the boundless reverence and awe for the Buddhist Dharma in their hearts

through their impassioned recitation.

For these monks, drawing the Power of Faith into their bodies and accumulating it

was the coveted shortcut to rapidly enhancing their own strength.

With every wisp of the Power of Faith they absorbed,

it was as if a torrent of potent, fiery energy was being injected into their meridians,

allowing them to physically feel their own power surging and bringing them ever closer to the Buddha.

This power not only nourished their bodies but also elevated their souls.

The vast crowds surrounding them

were also deeply moved by the solemn yet fervent atmosphere.

They opened their mouths, following the monks’ rhythm to chant the scriptures in unison.

In an instant, the plaza reverberated with a deafening wave of chanting,

the combined voices soaring toward the heavens.

However, the people were unaware that the scriptures they chanted,

though filled with pious devotion to the Buddha,

would not actually bring them any direct increase in their Magical Power.

In stark contrast,

as the monks chanted the scriptures, they were like a parched land receiving sweet rain,

continuously drawing on the endless benefits brought by the Power of Faith.

That Power of Faith surged into their bodies, nourishing every inch of their skin, strengthening every bone and sinew, and making their path of cultivation increasingly smooth.

”Come here.”

At that moment, Abbot Tonghua, seated upon a high platform and clad in a magnificent golden kasaya, spoke with an air of authority.

His voice was not loud, but it contained an invisible power that clearly reached the ears of every single person in the plaza.

Upon hearing the summons, a middle-aged man in a plain-colored robe

hurried forward.

The hair on his head indicated he was not a fully ordained disciple of the Buddhist Sect,

but rather held a special status, one part monastic and one part secular.

In this emerging Buddha Country, every command he followed came from Abbot Tonghua.

By now, Abbot Tonghua had become the supreme ruler of the entire Buddha Country.

His status was incomparably revered, like a scorching sun high in the sky, and no one dared to defy his will.

The middle-aged man quickly arrived before Abbot Tonghua and came to an abrupt halt.

He then pressed his palms together and bowed his head deeply, his face a mask of humility and reverence,

as he quietly awaited the abbot’s instructions.

”Spread the news that the White Elephant Empire has been permanently renamed the Buddha Country. Send this message to every corner of the world with the greatest possible speed.

Furthermore, issue a call to all devout followers of the Buddhist Dharma throughout the world,

inviting them to our Buddha Country to experience a true Paradise together.”

Abbot Tonghua spoke slowly, his gaze profound,

every word landing like a heavy hammer on the hearts of those around him.

”I will carry out your decree. I will see to it at once.”

The middle-aged man once again pressed his palms together and bowed deeply,

expressing his boundless respect for the abbot.

He then turned and strode away, his figure quickly vanishing into the crowd.

Abbot Tonghua stood quietly on the high platform,

his gaze slowly sweeping over the emotional, devout crowd below.

A gratified smile crossed his face as he looked upon the surging tide of believers.

He slowly pressed his palms together and softly chanted, ”Amitabha Buddha.”

In his heart, the blueprint for the future Buddha Country had already clearly taken shape.

He firmly believed that with this endless Power of Faith, the Buddha Country would surely rise.

The golden age of the Buddhist Sect, like a sun about to burst over the horizon, was radiant and unstoppable,

poised to illuminate the entire world.

As his cultivation level continued to rise, Abbot Tonghua underwent an astonishing transformation.

His face, once weathered by the years, had been covered in layers of wrinkles, like the rough bark of an old tree.

Yet now,

those wrinkles had vanished without a trace.

His skin had become delicate and smooth, even more supple than that of a vibrant eighteen-year-old girl.

The change was, in fact, somewhat unsettling.