Intrusion-Journey to the West-Speech-Resistance-The human race must rise, the gods and Buddhas must pull down the altar
"Your Majesty."
He spoke, his voice was not high, but it miraculously suppressed all the noise in the square, and passed through everyone's ears clearly, with a metallic texture and cold penetrating power.
"My compatriots."
He turned to face Wan Min, his eyes slowly scanning the faces that were confused, pious, or filled with vague expectations. His voice began to infuse with a power, a slow-burning fire.
"Just now, all of us saw... A miracle." He paused, letting the word echo in the air, with a hint of imperceptible sarcasm. "Golden light fills the sky, lotus flowers fall, and Sanskrit sounds wash away the soul... How compassionate and majestic, isn't it?"
His tone suddenly changed, from gentle to sharp questioning:
"But why does this mercy only appear today? Why does this majesty always come after praying?"
"Tell me! Where was this golden light when there was a severe drought in Guanzhong, when the land was bare for thousands of miles, and people died of hunger all over the land? When the Turks marched southward, and the beacon fires burned all over the border, and wives and children were separated, where was this lotus? When the plague was rampant, ten rooms were empty, and the cries shook the sky, where was this Sanskrit sound that cleansed the soul?!"
