Three days. For three whole days, the chanting on Emei Mountain never ceased.
By the Elephant Washing Pond, dozens of monks formed a circle. Wooden fish were struck continuously, accompanying the recitation of scriptures. In these three days, they had not touched a drop of water or a grain of rice. This was all for an ethereal dream—a dream the white-eyebrowed elder monk had seventy years ago!
Throughout these three days, since stripping off his clothes and jumping into the Elephant Washing Pond, Qin Fan had seemed to be asleep, not opening his eyes even once. Lying peacefully in the pond, with the constant stream of chanting in his ears, he felt as if he had entered a brand-new world. The nearly depleted True Yuan within his body rebounded rapidly over these three days. In his Dantian, a True Qi even purer than before began to rise. Soaking in the water, his bones, meridians, and skin felt completely rejuvenated, as if cleansed of all mortal dust.
