"I am willing to offer my imperial bloodline and seek proof of the Way of the Tathagata's Nirvana!"
Qin Zihong's resolute voice rang out through the empty grand hall.
The "Way of the Tathagata's Nirvana" referred to cultivating the Ten Imprints of Tathagata to the highest realm.
Qin Zihong's words did not merely mean that he wanted to shave his head and become a monk. He wanted to join Pudu Temple and become a core disciple!
Before the Buddha Statue, the green lamp flickered, its gentle light shining upon the bowed Qin Zihong.
Jinglian looked at the prince before him with some surprise.
He had thought Qin Zihong was merely a puppet-like figure, but he had never expected him to suddenly pull something like this.
"Born into the imperial family and able to participate in the struggle for the throne—he is indeed no ordinary man."
Jinglian thought to himself.
He turned around and faced the Buddha Statue as well.
"Amitabha. Your Highness's worldly ties remain unbroken. I fear you will find it difficult to enter the gate of emptiness."
Qin Zihong maintained his bowed posture. "They say that laying down the butcher's knife makes one a Buddha on the spot. I am willing to lay down everything now. I only ask that your temple accept me as a disciple!"
Jinglian still had much he could say, but he sensed Qin Zihong's determination and decided not to waste his breath.
"This matter is not for this old monk to decide. The abbot is currently in seclusion. If Your Highness is sincere, please wait a while longer and let the abbot make the decision."
Qin Zihong had long expected him to say this and answered without hesitation.
"In that case, I shall kneel here until the abbot comes out of seclusion!"
Jinglian