Bodhisattva, Say Something-Is Everything Written in the Buddhist Scriptures Bullshit?

She paused, her voice softening slightly, though her gaze remained sharp. Her words became increasingly watertight, her poised and dignified bearing beyond reproach. "You already have many disciples protecting you on the journey west. Should calamity arise, you should find a way to overcome it together with them, rather than resorting to such Demonic Heresy pills to take shortcuts."

She pointed first at the heavens, then at Tang Sanzang's chest. Her voice returned to that ethereal, far-reaching compassion, as though her earlier fury had never existed. "The journey to the Western Heaven for Scripture Seeking has the protection of all Buddhas. A sincere heart will be answered.

Tang Sanzang, do not let even a speck of dust stain your heart. Turn back, and you shall find the shore. You must not take this pill. If you do, you will not even remember who you are—how could you still speak of Scripture Seeking?"

This was her most practiced rhetoric.

Compassion concealed persuasion, and persuasion carried a faint, veiled threat. It made the Buddhist Sect seem vast and unfathomable while leaving the listener unable to find a single flaw in its logic.

It sounded as if every word were spoken for your own good, planning out your future for you. Yet upon closer thought, it was all restraint—no resistance, no doubt, no shortcuts. You had to struggle forward along the route laid out for you, without deviating even one step.

But she had forgotten that the monk before her had already heard a long string of similar platitudes from her at the Water and Land Dharma Assembly.

And that monk had personally seen Guanyin Bodhisattva cut the promised million Merit in half, then shamelessly refuse to pay it.

"Bodhisattva!"

Tang Sanzang suddenly spoke again.

His voice was much lower than before. He