"Amitabha, benefactors, before the Abbot passed away, he had already confessed. From that moment on, Soaring Cloud Temple is gone... and the temple gate will be permanently closed! Naturally, no one is allowed to enter."
An elderly monk stepped forward and said with a sad voice but a polite tone.
"Don't tell me this. Now, Master Abbot is already dead... what use is there to tell me the rules? Let us worship him, this is the last wish of all us believers, you have no right to stop us."
"Yes!"
"Monks pay attention to compassion, can you do that?"
"If you don't let go, don't blame us for being rude. Don't think we really dare not push hard and dare not attack you monks."
Outside the temple, the atmosphere was getting worse.
It seemed to fight at any time.
