Everyone's gazes couldn't help but focus on him.
On the monk, who seemed ordinary yet subtly exuded an extraordinary aura.
He gently pressed his palms together, softly chanting, "Amitabha Buddha."
The sound, though as gentle as a light breeze, contained a magical power that soothed the heart,
granting a moment of relief and tranquility to the fear-taut nerves of those around him.
Abbot Tonghua's eyelids drooped slightly, hiding his eyes, which were as deep as pools of water,
leaving only a faint shadow that made it difficult to glimpse the vast world within his mind.
His seemingly ordinary hands were slowly rotating a string of simple, ancient Buddha Beads.
At first glance, the string of Buddha Beads looked plain; their surfaces were as smooth as a mirror, and each bead radiated a gentle luster, clearly polished and tempered by countless years.
However, it was this very string of seemingly unremarkable Buddha Beads...
