Han State Chan Monastery, Memories Like Smoke!

From afar, the figures on the boat in the middle of the lake could be seen moving through the darkness.

Jiang Dali took a deep breath, focused his mind, and gathered his qi in his dantian. The surroundings immediately became crystal clear to him. Even the changes in air currents caused by the night breeze brushing across the lake's surface could not escape his senses, which had now been amplified manyfold.

He gathered his internal power into his eyes.

A stream of warm true qi flowed through the Qingming, Chengqi, Sibai, and other acupoints around his eyes, entering his eyeballs. The image focused through the telescope immediately became even clearer, as though it had been drawn closer before him.

In an instant, everything aboard the boat became incomparably clear before his eyes.

In the darkness, he saw two bald monks clad in kasayas, along with three nuns from Cihang Jingzhai, as clearly as if they were standing right before him.

Two of the nuns wore gauze veils over their faces. Only one was unveiled, but Jiang Dali did not recognize her lovely features. Still, he recognized the bright eyes revealed by one of the veiled women at a glance—she was Shi Feixuan.

As he observed the two monks and three nuns aboard the boat, he suddenly felt as though an invisible pair of "eyes" had fixed upon him.

Almost at the same moment, an aged and compassionate voice suddenly descended into his mind. "In heaven and earth, none is like the Buddha; throughout the ten directions of the world, none can compare. I behold all that exists in this world; there is nothing equal to the Buddha. Benefactor Jiang, are you still lost in delusion, unwilling to turn back from the wrong path?"

The voice seemed to come from the