Sincerity

Sincerity "The might of heaven and earth cannot be resisted." As Hong Yi questioned and reflected upon himself, he entered a state of meditation. All of a sudden, Hong Yi sincerely recited the final eleven characters of the scripture. His hands formed a circle and sealed the Amitabha Mudra as he worshipped with all his heart. The instant the spring thunder rang out and his soul was scattered in shock, Hong Yi swiftly adapted, his thoughts immediately entering that state where, through the countless transformations of a thousand lifetimes, one's innate nature remained unmoved and preserved its Suchness. If I had not kept that state of unmoving Suchness and unshaken nature within my thoughts, I truly would have been scattered to the winds by now, wouldn't I? Hong Yi felt his confidence wavering and suddenly questioned himself. At that moment, Hong Yi felt heartfelt admiration for everyone who walked the paths of immortality and martial arts, who hoped to transcend and persevered without ever giving up. At the same time, he worshipped and revered them with utmost sincerity. At last, he drifted to the bedside. Like a drowning man clutching at a lifesaving straw, his soul plunged fiercely back inside. Recalling that terror and helplessness greater than all else after being shocked by the spring thunder, he no longer had the slightest confidence in the future path of cultivating into a Ghost Immortal, enduring the lightning tribulation, and forging a Yang God. Even with the Amitabha Sutra's supreme art for cultivating the soul, he had no confidence at all. One night passed. When dawn broke and the clouds split apart, a ray of sunlight fell across Hong Yi's face. Only then did he awaken. Opening his eyes, he found the world filled with a moving radiance. With every question he