"Huh, what's going on here?"
Curious, Xiao Chen followed them into the courtyard.
The courtyard was even larger than he had imagined.
Other than a row of green bamboo planted along the walls, there was no other landscaping or architecture on either side.
Sitting cross-legged on the stone slabs were Loose Cultivators of varying Cultivation levels—at least a thousand of them!
And on the far left, a young Arhat in a Moon White Monk's Robe was holding a Wooden Fish, chanting scriptures as he walked and tapped it.
"The Buddha told Nan: All sentient beings…"
"From a beginningless past, have been subject to a multitude of inversions, their karmic seeds naturally clumping together…"
His voice wasn't loud; you could even say he was mumbling to himself.
If someone were to pass by outside the gate, they would only hear the crisp sound of the Wooden Fish, not the words of the scripture.
Yet the sound of his chanting fell clearly into the ears of every Cultivator present.
