Deep within the Pure Land, more than a dozen monks gathered silently in an old hall, exchanging glances without words.
Peacock was also within the hall, but seated at the outermost mat. At this moment, his eyes were cast downward, his cheek swollen high, and his visible wounds clearly fractured. Among all the monks within the hall, he was the only one with injuries on his face.
The old monk at the head sighed, "It seems that within our Pure Land, there are those harboring ill intentions. Otherwise, offering an invitation to Wei Yuan to visit the spiritual mountain, why is he unmoved, only willing to sit at the Mountain Gate? Guanxin, what is your opinion?"
Old monk Guanxin replied slowly, "This statement has merit. I suspect someone's meditative mind was not firm, revealing news of several Great Bodhisattvas either being away or reincarnated, otherwise why would he choose this precise time?"
