Soul Seizure

After Li Chengjie and Gao Chen left Quiet Heart Studio, the Stone Gate slowly closed.

The first day.

Invisible ripples enveloped the entire Quiet Room. From the outside, this place looked like nothing more than an ordinary wall.

Inside Quiet Heart Studio, only Yan Xingci, Master Lakong, and True Lord Wuxiang remained.

True Lord Wuxiang hovered in midair, his five-inch-tall body giving off a faint golden light.

He looked at Yan Xingci, then at Master Lakong, and finally flew over in front of Master Lakong.

"Master Lakong, the long night stretches on. Why not discuss Buddhist teachings with this old monk?"

Master Lakong pressed his hands together. "Please speak, Master."

True Lord Wuxiang hovered cross-legged, level with Master Lakong's gaze.

"Master Lakong, this old monk has a question to ask. In Buddhist cultivation, how should one regard the fleshly body?"

Master Lakong said, "The fleshly body is a boat for crossing the river; once one reaches the far shore, it is abandoned. But before reaching the shore, the boat cannot be discarded."

True Lord Wuxiang nodded. "Master Lakong's words are absolutely correct. When this old monk was at Thunder Sound Temple, I saw many Buddhist cultivators look down on the fleshly body and focus only on cultivating the mind. In the end, their minds had yet to be cultivated, while their bodies failed first. They did not even have the boat for crossing the river anymore."

Master Lakong said, "Body and mind are not two. The mind is the master of the body, and the body is the instrument of the mind. Those who neglect the body will find it difficult to quiet the mind as well."

A trace of admiration flashed in True Lord Wuxiang's eyes. "Master Lakong's words have truly grasped the samadhi of Buddhist teachings. This old