Within Shaolin Temple, in a quiet room, Kong Wen sat with his eyes closed. His two white eyebrows extended past his cheeks and hung down as he pondered the Mysterious Dharma Body he had passed earlier.
Who exactly was he? Where had he come from, and why did Kong Wen have no recollection of him at all?
He had attained the Arhat Golden Body over a century ago. He had watched many rising stars achieve Dharma Bodies, and seen countless gifted juniors encounter obstacles and make no progress. He had traveled across the Eastern Sea and endured ascetic hardships in the Western Regions. He had sighed over the Southern Wilderness, walked the far north, and roamed between heaven and earth in search of other worlds inhabited by living beings. Yet never once had the figures of the Green-robed Man and the woman in goose-yellow clothes appeared in his mind.
Unless they had never walked the jianghu, or were old monsters who had gone into hiding before Kong Wen ever passed through Bronze Man Alley?
Could they have belonged to a reclusive sect, like Lanke Temple, which had left no trace for decades?
At the thought of Lanke Temple, Kong Wen's heart skipped a beat. Not to mention the fortuitous encounter he had had with it in his youth, even after attaining the Golden Body, he had often come across this Retribution Body Pure Land while roaming the world with his Spiritual Sense. But after the upheaval forty years ago, Lanke Temple could no longer be found. Given the nature of a Retribution Body Pure Land, it should not have vanished without cause unless it had been utterly shattered or something else had happened. Just like it, the other surviving, dilapidated Pure Lands had also disappeared without a trace.
When he