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Chapter 141: The Four Great Saints Gather in Qi
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... nti and Amitabha Buddha stepped into the grand hall,
the two indistinct figures gradually became clear. It was an elder and a middle-aged man.
The elder waved his hand, and two meditation cushions appeared to one side.
"Sit!"
The aged voice that followed, though utterly flat, seemed to carry a misty Daoist rhyme, profound and unpredictable, outstandingly peculiar.
"Amitabha,"
intoned Amitabha Buddha and Zhunti softly after speaking a phrase of Daoi ...
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