In Chang'an City, a group of children surrounded an Immortal Mirror, listening to a story.
"...Speaking of the Tathāgata, he was the lifelong enemy of the Heavenly Emperor, defeated one after another, and each was more formidable than the last!"
The voice of Qing Yuanzi resonated from the Immortal Mirror, enchanting the children.
"The Tathāgata is really frightening!"
A boy said, "One falls, and immediately thousands upon thousands of Tathāgatas rise up!"
"After a great calamity, surely another Tathāgata will emerge."
Another boy added.
"So scary!"
A timid girl couldn't help but shrink back.
"There aren't that many Tathāgatas!"
At this moment, an angry voice came from behind the children.
They turned around to see a small monk, looking meticulously crafted.
"So it's the little monk from the temple."
The boys gathered around, "Are you going to fetch water again?"
