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!”,Outside, it was a deluge, at least a roaring flood of hundreds of miles. It could even be like the biblical flood of Yahweh's destruction.,A certain materialistic graduate student earnestly turned his head and politely inquired, "May I ask for your esteemed name, venerable master"。