Dawn was breaking, and the crowing of mighty roosters could be heard in the distance. At the entrance of Chang'an City gates, several city guards took down the enormous bolts from the gates.
Accompanied by a heavy "creak," the massive gates were slowly pulled open, as many citizens who had been waiting at the entrance eagerly entered and exited upon seeing the gates unlocked.
Ding ding dong dong!
Just then, suddenly, a series of clear bell and Buddhist drum sounds arose, and a faint chanting of Buddhist mantras could be heard from afar, drawing closer.
The guards and citizens at the gate looked toward the source of the sound.
On the streets of Chang'an in the early morning, a procession of monks was making their way, their ranks impressively arrayed, numbering in the dozens. These monks each carried a magic artifact in their hands, softly chanting Zen Buddhist Scriptures, making all who heard them feel a sense of tranquil calm.
