Three months?
Li Su's little eyes went wide. He knew his own condition—especially those occasional eruptions of Buddhist power inside him. Wouldn't it have erupted twenty or thirty times over three months?
Killing the scripture seeker was not merely the Shangqing Sect's opinion. Li Su had specifically asked the person who had brought him back. This was the stance of the entire Daoist faction: once they caught one, they would stew him on the spot—the kind where even the meat was cooked to mush.
Yet he had actually been able to wake from his enlightenment?
Seeing that, although the three elders before him were utterly shocked, their attitude toward him held no other malice—though they did have the air of pre-crossing domestic experts examining some foreign-made finished instrument—Li Su could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
In other words, during these three months of seclusion, his Buddha-nature had not erupted. Instead, it had entered a dormant phase along with him.
Why?
Feeling how his once-awakened, sealed Buddha-nature seemed to have lost all activity, like an inanimate object, Li Su was somewhat baffled.
Before Li Su could ponder it carefully, the First Grand Elder spoke, quick and urgent. "Su'er, how is your comprehension of the Supreme Purity Scripture? How many Supreme Purity Dao patterns did you perceive? Release your Yang Spirit and let us see."
All three Grand Elders could hardly wait. Three whole months! He had utterly shattered the Shangqing Sect's historical record, leaving even its taillights out of sight. With such profound enlightenment, Li Su should have had no trouble kicking open the threshold to entry. The only question was: how much had he gained from this enlightenment?
These Supreme Purity Dao patterns were the benchmark. The more, the better.
One had to know that contemplating and