Qi Yun maintained the pace of a Traveling Monk, journeying south.
Time flowed like water, passing quietly. In the blink of an eye, more than two months had gone by.
During these two months, he had crossed prefectures and provinces, forded rivers and scaled mountains.
He truly witnessed how the influence of this "Earthly Buddha Country" seeped in from the outside, layer by layer, until it penetrated to the very bone.
At first, the changes near the border were relatively mild—just altered architecture, different clothing for the populace, and the gradual rise of Brahma Chanting.
But the deeper he went into the heartland of Nanyin, the more profound the signs became, even revealing a kind of unquestionable "order" and "solemnity."
The mountains, rivers, and Earth Veins seemed to have been combed by a pair of invisible, giant hands. Many once-perilous and jagged peaks had their edges forcibly smoothed, or had colossal Buddhist Shrines and Scripture Banners erected on their summits.
