Western Spirit Mountain, Great Thunder Monastery.
Buddhist Light was dazzling, the sound of Zen's wonderful truth was unceasing to the ears, exhibiting a strong and masculine aura of harmony.
Yet, upon closer discernment, the chant of this wonderful truth seemed to carry a heavier note than usual.
Tathagata sat quietly on his Lotus Platform, head bowed and eyes downcast, as if in a light slumber. Below him, the various Bodhisattvas and Buddhas also bore solemn expressions, and no one spoke. The atmosphere was exceedingly oppressive.
"Buddha!"
