"When the practitioner perceives this, joy and elation arise. He sees himself riding a Vajra dais, following behind the Buddha. In the blink of an eye, he is reborn in that land. Once reborn there, he beholds the Buddha's form, all marks complete; he sees all the Bodhisattvas, their features flawless..."
The Buddhist scriptures chanted from Li Huowang's mouth gradually rose in volume. Carried by the chanting, his face seemed shrouded in a sacred Buddhist light.
At first, his voice was the only one, but before long, this monotony was broken by multiplying echoes.
Chants and praises, high and low, began to harmonize with Li Huowang.
These voices came from the plump nuns and Masters nearby, their faces each wearing the same look of devout sincerity as Li Huowang.
From the surrounding temples and dwellings rose the sounds of hand gongs, chimes, and wooden fish—the sacred instruments of Buddhism.
