The ancient hall of the Great Snow Temple was tranquil and serene, the morning bell rang repeatedly, its lingering sound swirling around the beams, the zen haze deep and heavy, the Dao aura diffused, and tranquil without dust.
In the hall, two golden statues of Arhats stood facing each other, radiant with Buddha's light, their presence solemn and majestic.
"Greetings, Abbot."
The Formless Arhat clasped his hands and bowed, his etiquette upright and solemn, the golden statue's zen might heavy and stable.
Chen Sheng slightly raised his hand, his expression calm and unperturbed, his demeanor transcendent: "Elder Brother, no need for formalities."
This time, Chen Sheng had summoned the Formless Arhat to return from Spirit Mountain to the Snowfield.
The Formless Arhat looked at his junior brother and was the first to speak:
