Three Calamity Sutras, Three Buddhas

After rising from beneath the tree, Zhu Ping saw several novice monks nearby giving him looks of disgust as they detoured around where he stood.

After all, Zhu Ping was far too dangerous to them, liable to do something strange at any moment without even realizing it himself.

Brushing back his shoulder-length white hair, Zhu Ping finally began to consider how much time had passed.

Because he had previously tried to think as little as possible, muddling through his days in a daze, he himself did not know how long it had been.

Patting the somewhat dirty monk's robe on his body, Zhu Ping quickly reached a conclusion. Three years had passed since he had entered the Heavenly Source Secret Realm once more.

His identity as Monk Empty Illusion had also become that of a mad monk.

Having formed a plan in his heart, Zhu Ping recalled the information he had analyzed, and the aura around him changed. With a tremor of the Mahā Crystal Sutra's inner force, all the stains and dust on his monk's robe were shaken away.

Clad in a yellowish-brown monk's robe, Zhu Ping made his way toward Dragonfish Temple's Sutra Repository.

Everyone he encountered along the way looked at him in surprise, then kept their distance out of respect.

Dragonfish Temple was one of Buddhism's principal temples. One of its former abbots had cultivated the Infinite Still Light Solemnity Sutra, one of Buddhism's three sutras.

The Mahā Crystal Sutra had been derived from the Infinite Still Light Solemnity Sutra and had become one of Dragonfish Temple's classics.

By now, Zhu Ping's actions had drawn some attention. In the three years since they had retreated into the Heavenly Source Secret Realm, the three teachings had not relaxed their vigilance. Every so often, they captured one or