A withered monk pointed to the ground with one finger and to the sky with the other, saying, “This place is a lotus pure land, and above it lies an endless hell!”,Soon, Ou Yang Rong climbed up halfway with rainwater on his head. At this time, he could reach out and touch the rock at the well mouth, and suddenly a familiar sandalwood scent wafted into his nose.,The lotus-gold lamp that had been thrown out, 'unbound', slipped back down, along with the momentarily deafened Ou Yang Rong, crashing back into reality...。