Countless Xianmen cultivators looked up, gazing at the Buddha light among the stars in the heavens.
Since two months ago, the Buddha light stars had begun to dim faster on top of being already faint, dimming a bit with each twinkle.
Everyone knew,
that with the death of one zealous believer after another, the deities made no move, showing none of the miracles proclaimed in the scriptures like "Indestructible Vajra, unyielding," "Divine power as hellish as the sea," "Those who blaspheme the true Buddha will incur divine punishment, their divine souls to be cast into Avici Hell, never to be reborn."
Instead, one by one, abbots and other monks, who appeared compassionate and benign, were exposed during public trials, wetting themselves in fright, revealing mountains of gold, silver, and jewelry at home, and countless beautiful servants and concubines.
There was no dignity,
and no compassion either.
