Chapter 945: Water Monkey Great Sage (Requesting Monthly Votes)
The night was deep and still, tree shadows swaying softly.
Sanskrit chants still drifted in waves from the Great Hero Hall.
The little elephants in Reclining Elephant Pool slept soundly, their long trunks unconsciously curling and unfurling.
Great true-lineage sects, powerful clans and noble houses, Buddhist devotees, gawking commoners... everyone looked up, their eyes glittering with luminous light.
Beneath the vault of heaven.
Mahavairocana formed a hand-seal of prayer. Golden light erupted between his palms, blazing like the sun, as though boundless profundities were gestating within.
The Ninth Buddha! This journey had not been in vain!
This life had not been in vain!
How long did it take for a Buddha to gestate within Non-Abiding Nirvana? No one knew. Yet throughout Buddhism's long history, countless eminent monks and virtuous masters had succeeded one another, and only eight Buddhas had been molded!
To witness it with their own eyes today, to become the backdrop for the Ninth Buddha, was one of life's great blessings!
Moonlight streamed through the doorway.
The prefect of Datong could not contain his excitement. With Ink Splashing Brushwork, he began drafting a memorial.
Countless devotees silently recited scriptures in their hearts.
Beneath the starlight, night clouds flowed.
The thousand hands of the Golden Buddha came together, and the golden wheel in its palms vanished without a trace.
Within Non-Abiding Nirvana, Feng Ying, the Cave Heaven Court Sword Child, opened his eyes. He looked around at the dazzling starry sky, heavy deathly qi diffusing from his body.
Hadn't the abbot of Hanging Temple said that he could leave once he broke through?
Sinking and drifting.
Had he... broken through? Right, what was the Hanging Temple abbot called again?
It had been too long.
He had forgotten.
Was he... still