Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The morning light of the third day pierced the last wisp of night fog enveloping the Nanyin Buddha Country and the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm.
This vast territory, now an Earthly Buddha Country, completely erupted with activity.
It was a deep and almost fanatical jubilation born of faith.
From the outermost villages to the secondary capitals guarding Spirit Mountain, the bronze bells of countless temples were struck at the exact same moment.
The magnificent and solemn chimes spread like overlapping ripples, gathering into a torrent of sound powerful enough to shake mountains and rivers.
The Buddhist Shrines before every household were polished until they shone like new. The incense that burned day and night now blazed with particular vigor, its curling smoke rising straight into the air as if to connect Heaven and Earth.
