A colossal Buddha's Palm descended from the sky, crushing the incoming swarm of venomous snakes into a pulp. The monk landed before the old monk, murmuring a Dharma Name in a low voice.
The two people in green-robes looked at the enormous palm imprint on the ground, their mouths agape in awe. The thought of their own bodies subjected to such power, reduced to a bloody mess, sent a shiver down their spines.
"This monk's name is Faming," the monk introduced himself and performed a Buddhist salutation to the elder monk.
"It turns out to be Master Faming. This old monk's Dharma Name is Mingyuan, the Abbot of Western Mountain Temple."
"May I ask, venerable Zen Master, what exactly has occurred here? On my journey, I have witnessed nothing but temples demolished and Buddhas destroyed. What has the Buddhist Sect done to provoke such calamity?"
