It is not easy to empty one’s heart and spirit in an instant, so Chen Kuang chose to directly use "Doushuai Descent" to enter a meditative state.

After calming down, Chen Kuang looked at the rapidly disappearing flying blood mist in the dust storm and his face darkened.

Just now, he saw a crimson eye in the crack that split open on top of the barbarian’s head.

The eye seemed like an illusion, but Chen Kuang truly felt a chilling sensation of being watched.

And just now, when he was silently chanting that name composed of unfamiliar language in his heart, he also felt the same chilling sensation.

This absolutely could not be an illusion.

Because at that moment, the "sudden premonition" was so intense that it almost made Chen Kuang feel dizzy.

Comparable to facing Wang Shu’s descending finger back then!

But when Chen Kuang emptied his heart and spirit, the "sudden premonition" stopped its warning immediately.

That is to say... if Chen Kuang had chosen to keep chanting the name in his heart just now, he might face dangers as significant as confronting a Saint.

What in the world does this name represent?!

Chen Kuang frowned, looking at the other two barbarians.

Xiuzhu and Uncle Du Guan had already subdued those two barbarians separately—for the first of the Pure Land’s four major precepts is not to kill, and as orthodox Pure Land Monks, they naturally would not violate precepts at their own doorstep.

However... this is probably also the reason why these three barbarians dared to act at the gate of the Pure Land Sect.

Having seen the constant schemes and bloody conflicts between various sects and countries, this group of monks adhering to Pure Land indeed appeared somewhat weak and easily bullied.

If one is wholly devoted to the Dao, joining such a sect should be the most suitable choice.

Of course, it would be better if Xiuzhu had not suddenly exposed that strange "second personality" earlier...

Uncle Du Guan formed a "卍" shaped palm print, sealing the leading Western Regions barbarian in place, joined his palms together, and turned to Chen Kuang:

"I will hand this barbarian over to the Great Zen Master, come with me."

"Xiuzhu, you come as well."

Chen Kuang nodded and followed Uncle Du Guan into the vast Pure Land behind the small temple with Xiuzhu.

As the three flew over the entire Pure Land, Chen Kuang glanced downward, indeed seeing temples of all sizes scattered everywhere.

Only at the very outskirts could some ordinary residences be seen, but even then, one was only a few steps away from a pagoda or a sutra pillar, with offerings of fruit and fresh flowers, and thriving incense smoke.

On the road, passersby, whether they were residents or monks, all had smiles, rosy faces, and gentle light in their eyes.

It seemed to indeed be a true Pure Land where everyone worshipped the Buddha.

Soon, the three arrived at the gate of the enormous central temple.

Chen Kuang couldn’t help but look up; the main gate of Jie Lan Temple was dozens of zhang high, comparable to more than ten stories of a building from his previous life.

Looking further ahead, the incense burner and treasure tripod were as large as a house, and there was no mentioning the Grand Hall which seemed to pierce the clouds, with its top unseen.

None of the gates of any sect seen before, not even the gates of the Imperial Palace, were as majestic as this.

He was somewhat puzzled in his heart.

Although Pure Land did not have a doctrine of thrift, and even the incense money each year could pile up several Jie Lan Temples, such extravagance seemed unnecessary...

Uncle Du Guan seemed to notice his confusion and explained: "In ancient times, Jie Lan Temple was already established, and among the disciples under the Buddha’s seat then were vajras and warriors, dozens of zhang tall, whose movements practically shook the earth and mountains. Ordinary temples could not accommodate them."

"The Buddha had a merciful heart, considering all beings equal, and instructed the artisans to make sure this temple was built larger during construction."

Chen Kuang nodded, deep in thought:

"Seems like I have some impression."

Of course, it was impossible for him to have any impression.

But he couldn’t let anyone notice a flaw as soon as he entered...

Uncle Du Guan understandingly nodded:

"If the art of innate wisdom is performed hastily, memory loss is normal, forgetting such small details is also normal."

Xiuzhu echoed from the side: "Indeed."

He touched his bald head, chuckled: "However, someone who remembers nothing like me, well I guess there really isn’t anyone else like that."

Chen Kuang smiled without speaking.

Precisely because there was an example like Xiuzhu, he wasn’t too cautious in concealing things, otherwise, he would be more discreet, not showing the slightest flaw.

Uncle Du Guan led them for a long while, around to the back of the Grand Hall where the Zen Rooms were located.

Indeed, Jie Lan Temple only had the facade built grand; the back was not so grand, very plain even.

Uncle Du Guan stopped at the door, joined his palms:

"Three Great Zen Masters, I have brought the people; now I will go interrogate these two from the Western Regions."

After saying that, he pushed the door open slightly, gesturing the two to enter, and hurriedly left with the two barbarians.

Chen Kuang raised his eyebrows, curious: "Interrogate?"

Xiuzhu whispered:

"Uncle Du Guan’s Telepathy has been cultivated to its peak; as long as he wishes, he can not only know what the other party is thinking but also forcibly alter their Divine Sense thought process."

"Even if he doesn’t actively use it, he can vaguely sense some thoughts of the other party."

Chen Kuang’s heart tightened, so this ability is both mind-reading and brainwashing!

No wonder he can be the gatekeeper of the Pure Land... whether good or evil, he can tell with just a glance!

No wonder he emphasized the Pure Land is "hospitable," likely having already judged that Chen Kuang had no ill intent.

No wonder, Chen Kuang, despite having the "Stable Aura" passive that doesn’t easily reveal emotions, was immediately caught by him sensing that slight doubt.

When Du Guan extended his hand at the door, he most likely was about to employ his Telepathy ability.

Fortunately, earlier, Chen Kuang inadvertently brought out the relic first... otherwise, his lies might have been exposed right then.

Chen Kuang took a breath inwardly, truly one cannot underestimate people from across the world.

But he wasn’t really afraid.

Among the many passives obtained by advancing the river of time earlier, there is also one that prevents others from probing or meddling with his heart and spirit thoughts.

[Solid as Rock: Your will is firm and immovable, others find it difficult to influence or probe your thoughts.]

This passive is enough for Chen Kuang to be immune to most Divine Sense attacks and methods that affect the heart and spirit.

However, though unafraid, Du Guan is not an enemy; he must give a reasonable explanation, otherwise, it’s difficult to explain why he is unwilling to open his Heart Spirit barrier.

If it can’t be explained, then it would send him off directly.

Facing the Great Zen Master next, he must be even more careful!

"Creak..."

Chen Kuang and Xiuzhu pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the Zen Room, it was clean and neat, with a faint scent of sandalwood lingering at the nose. Eight paintings were hung on the walls, which upon closer inspection, represented the "Eight Phases of Manifestation" symbolizing the Buddha’s path to enlightenment.

In front of them on the ground were three cushions, on which three old monks were meditating.

Chen Kuang’s pupils contracted instantly.

Those three old monks.

One had no ears, with blood-red holes on the sides of his head, where one could vaguely see his brain wriggling in the rotting flesh, gray cerebral fluid mixed with dark blood, falling onto the ground in pools.

One had no eyes, with pitch-black holes on his face, amidst which were countless small pale arms reaching out, clinging to the edges of the eye sockets, as if about to crawl out.

One had no mouth, where the mouth should have been, the skin was smooth, with nothing at all, looking the most kind and amiable.

These were the three Great Zen Masters of Pure Land—

Buwen, Bujian, and Buyan!

Chen Kuang’s hair stood on end, and he swiftly turned his head, seeing for a moment, on Xiuzhu’s face, that eerie smile once again appeared.