Cang Ming was a Messenger of the Living God, yet he closed his eyes, afraid to look upon the evil of all living beings.
Senior Guanyan possessed Mind-Reading, yet he almost never listened to the voices in people's hearts.
Those who had achieved success on the Divine Path had to filter out their believers' stray thoughts as the very first step toward becoming gods through faith...
Though Jiang Wang had cultivated the Immortal Art of Knowledge and Insight and attained the Knowledge-and-Insight Immortal Domain, and could be called an Immortal of Knowledge and Insight, he too ought to take such examples as a warning.
He had only one heart, only one self; he could not embrace every thought in this world.
He had only two hands and one sword; neither could he govern every matter in this world.
He possessed the Avalokiteshvara Ear, and had now developed the Immortal Sense Star River, truly able to "hear the sounds of the world." But—"He who bears all living beings in his heart must suffer for all living beings."
Jiang Wang lifted a foot, and boundless rays and sounds wove together into a pure-white Vessel of Perception, carrying him away in a flash.
In a city inhabited by hundreds of thousands, not everyone lived in splendor. There were always corners sunlight could not reach, always people lying fallen in the gutters.
Ordinarily, the human world followed its own course.
But miracles happened from time to time.
The stolen purse returned to its owner's waist; the crone who had abducted children was trussed tight in iron chains; the knife-wielding robber found a blade held instead to his own throat...
Dozens of people suddenly crashed into the government office of Cold Flower City, tumbling every which way and rolling to a stop across the grounds,