Whether it was Buddhist chants or a clap of thunder, at the moment Xu Zhantang mounted his horse, it struck Wuchen Mountain, shaking one's spirit to the core.
The peaceful serenity of Wuchen Mountain was cleaved away, vanishing in an instant.
The birds in the mountain panic and soar into the sky; wild beasts howl and scramble in fear as a sudden, furious wind arises, pressing the lush greenery of the mountain, unable to lift its head.
After calming the frightened Hei Niu, Xu Zhantang dismounted, furrowing his brow as he assessed the Dustless Monastery atop the mountain.
The entire mountain was in disarray, yet the Dustless Monastery remained untainted by dust.
Very strange.
So he pondered for a moment, turned his horse around, gave it a light pat on the rump, and after seeing Hei Niu descend the mountain, he began to ascend.