On this day, the Buddha Light of Wuhua Temple shone brightly, and the thunderous chanting of scriptures echoed in all directions. In the solemn and awe-inspiring Great Hall, Master Fahua meditated upon a lotus, and on both sides of the Great Hall stood countless monks.
Yet today, the atmosphere of Wuhua Temple was oppressive, and even Master Fahua's complexion turned iron blue because he was intently observing a yellow silk scroll in his hands.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
After tens of breaths had passed, Master Fahua intoned the Buddha's name in a voice that was deeply solemn and filled with immense rage, which one could completely discern from the chant.
"To defame Buddha like this, not only is this person audacious and reckless, but they also do not hold Buddha in their heart. If we at Wuhua Temple let this go unchallenged, would we not bring shame upon the lineage of the Buddhist Sect?" Master Fahua showed the fierce look of an angry Vajra, clearly enraged.
