"Bodhi is originally not a tree; the bright mirror is not a stand. Originally there is not a single thing—where could dust arise?
People have no rebirth; Buddha does not save those without affinity. People are not perfectly virtuous; Buddha saves all living beings.
With Buddha in one's heart, one vows to save all boundless sins. When the Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva practiced the profound Prajna Paramita, he perceived that the five aggregates were all empty and transcended all suffering and misfortune."
Heaven and Earth Qi flow was enveloped in golden Buddhist light, while Hui En's devout chanting of the Dharma Sutra seemed to become the only sound remaining between heaven and earth. Accompanied by the "dong, dong" sounds from the Wooden Fish cradled in his hands, it was like morning bells and evening drums, piercing straight into their hearts and cleansing away all worldly dust.
No one struck the Wooden Fish, yet it produced Buddhist sounds on its own. Hui En had moved it with his Buddha-heart, and only through a spirit of great sacrifice and fearless devotion could he activate this Buddhist artifact, gain Venerable Bodhidharma's recognition, and awaken Bodhidharma's power within it. Otherwise, looking across all Shaolin monks, who else would be qualified—or dare—to knock upon Bodhidharma's skull? Even Shaolin's founding patriarch Baduo and Bodhidharma's master Prajnatara had no right to strike his skull.
Wang Yuyan and the other women either widened their beautiful eyes or watched with them gleaming brilliantly, staring at this strange sight and sensing the unusual atmosphere.
Even Wanwan, that demoness who feared neither heaven nor earth, rarely managed to calm herself so completely. An eerily holy radiance actually surfaced on her lovely face, as though she had transformed from a Yin Gui Sect demoness into a saintess of Cihang Jingzhai—holy without, demonic within.
Jiang