The state of mind, upon Master Bai Bao's guidance, is no longer confused or puzzled.
Only the Buddhist principles...
"I should let it settle for a while..."
Too many unclear aspects just now, inevitable oversights while seeking fruits.
Good things never come easy.
...
The night is quiet and peaceful.
Ling Mountain Dharma Realm, Great Hero Hall.
Abbot Xuanmou opened his eyes, the surrounding Buddha light calm as the sea, behind him a grand specter emitted penetrating golden light.
He spread his palm, as the golden light surged, the flesh patterns became visible, engraved with incomprehensible textures, seemingly gathering karma, yet also reincarnation.
Xuanmou reached out, fingers forming a net as if giant columns holding the sky, parted the vast sea of clouds.
Quietly at this moment.
On the reverse side of Shaolin Temple's Bowl Peak, the bamboo forest quietly unsealed...
...
Silent night.
