"Strange, back at Baiyun Monastery's Dharma Assembly, I never saw people react in such a manner. Could it be that this One Finger Temple has become a monster?" Tan Ming mumbled inwardly. He went forward to scoop some scented water. He felt a light and refreshing fragrance rush at his nose, and he felt his mind clear.
"This perfume is rather impressive. It can actually rejuvenate the mind. Later, I should ask how Fangzheng made it and bring some home." As Tan Ming thought about it, he poured the scented water over the Buddha statue. And at that moment!
There was a tumultuous boom!
