All Hearts and Heaven's Will

Amid the gale winds, the yellow-faced old monk flew swiftly onward.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, he had chosen a route through the Southern Regions, following the Long River upstream. He bypassed River Viewing Terrace, the magnificent venue of the Yellow River Assembly throughout the ages, and headed toward the Cloud Kingdom.

As he passed a certain place, the little bell at his waist suddenly trembled.

"The Hanging Temple has urgent business to attend to. We ask the benevolent masters of every sect to kindly make way!"

The Buddha's voice boomed, shaking the distant sky.

But the gale winds abruptly stopped.

No, it wasn't the gale winds that had stopped. It was this entire stretch of space.

A small pocket of heaven and earth had become a cage. All that could be known, seen, or sensed fell still.

Someone had actually disregarded the Hanging Temple's reputation and forcibly blocked his way!

Kujue abruptly halted in mid-flight. High in the sky, he formed the Fearless Seal with his hands, looking solemn and dignified, very much like a senior monk on urgent business for the Buddhist Sect's Eastern Holy Land.

He shouted, his voice booming, "I only wish to pass through. I have no intention of disturbing anyone. If I'm in the way, I can take another route! I don't know which great master has blocked my path, but I ask you to kindly make way!"

His words were smooth and courteous, both gentle and solemn.

Yet the sky remained silent.

"You bastard son of a turtle, you stinking straw sandal!" Seeing no one respond, Kujue suddenly jumped up and cursed at the top of his lungs. "What kind of skulking demon or ghost dares to block your Buddha's path? Are you really looking to die?"

He was a man of action. After