Just before the Dharma Supreme and the others entered the city gates, suddenly a snort was heard and the voice said, "Wait! All of you took such a long time with your contingent and formation. My old back is sore from all these waiting. Wait till I bring all my disciples in, before you all enter."
This voice was filled with discontentment, disdain and even some anger.
There seemed to be a feeling like this: Even a great person like me is not ostentatious. Your group actually did such a showy and pretentious display. Are you saying that you are greater than me?
This kind of meaning.
This sentence was simply earth-shattering and heaven-battering.
Everyone was suddenly terrified, and turned their heads to take a look.
On the right side of the city gate, two people could be seen walking over slowly.
One of them was dressed in faded green cloth robe, with a clear face and a body emitting a very ordinary and indifferent temperament.
