Qingling Mountain.
Vajra Temple.
The foremost Buddhist temple, a Martial Arts Holy Land.
Many tales of chivalry on the jianghu began here.
On this day.
The bells of the temple tolled long, and the incense burned brightly.
The guest-welcoming monks stood in two rows along the mountain path, while Abbot Fang Zheng and the heads of various departments bowed in wait at the gate.
Days ago, Vajra Temple had already suspended the admission of worshippers to await the arrival of the Director of the Eastern Depot.
Around noon.
Scouting martial monks rushed up the mountain to report to Abbot Fang Zheng.
"They're here, they're here, at least thirty or forty thousand soldiers, a vast sea of them with no end in sight!"
"Amitabha Buddha!"
