Wei Yuan's hands held a tripod glistening with golden light, and not just the tripod—his entire being shone with a golden radiance. What had blocked the slash from Moon Saint was not Wei Yuan's tripod, but the golden light blessed by the Mage.
Moon Saint was not surprised by this. Pointing at the Monk and laughing loudly, he said, "Your 'Pure World' and 'Immaculate Dharma Body' are indeed as formidable as before. But as pure as pure can be, as long as sentient beings exist, where is the Pure Land without blemish? Now that these people are in your Pure Land, it's no longer pure. Watch as I shatter your Golden Body!"
Moon Saint pointed his long blade at the villagers, yet the villagers looked on indifferently. No one was frightened—some even spit disdainfully.
Moon Saint was not annoyed and said with a smile, "Year after year, you have offered up the best of your food to the temple, but do you know what Buddha you are worshipping in there?"
