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!”,However, what was strange was that when Ou Yangrong slowly awoke, he found himself lying on his back on this cold and hard lotus pedestal beneath him.,A certain materialistic graduate student earnestly turned his head and politely inquired, "May I ask for your esteemed name, venerable master"。