A Buddha statue coated with gold leaf, made of stone, suddenly opened its eyes at this moment.
The shrine was solemn.
Zhang Fusheng could feel the gaze of the Buddha statue sweep over him, without pausing for a moment — but just that fleeting glance.
A sense of hair-raising eeriness made him have the impulse to immediately go to the Eight Sceneries Palace and sit on the meditation mat.
He stopped the impulse.
The Great Belly Buddha... Maitreya.
If the Great Belly Buddha is still in the Different Dimension, then who is Lin Dongxi beside him?
If Lin Dongxi is truly the Great Belly Buddha incarnate experiencing tribulation, then what is this Buddha statue, and the deity behind it?
His mind repeatedly pondered.
"Still not worshipping?" Yuan Feidao's low voice came, and the three senior apprentice brothers and sisters suddenly awakened, kneeling on three soft meditation mats, hands pressed together in prayer.
They chanted together:
"Praise be to the Great Belly Buddha!"
