The Bodhisattva Guanyin.
Of course, Fujiwara Reiki knew.
An immortal from the native Taoism of Shen Zhou.
Yes, also in Buddhism.
But.
Aren't immortals all made up and fictitious?
Just like their Japanese Amaterasu.
Merely tools for religions to enslave believers.
If praying to gods or Buddha really worked, the incense offerings and pilgrimage tickets would be unaffordable for ordinary people.
But what was she seeing now?
Guanyin appeared?
Not only Fujiwara Reiki, but the ghost-like foreigners, who were initially pouncing like hungry tigers, were also greatly shocked and unconsciously stopped their charge towards Jiang Chen, all turning their attention to the direction from which the wooden sword flew.
"In front of all eyes."
A woman in a white Tang suit appeared, ignoring the substantial scent of blood floating in the air, indifferently stepping into the courtyard gate.
Alone.
Yet appearing like a thousand troops.
