Meng Chen walked away with a baffled look on his face.
After he had gone a long way, he still could not resist extending his divine sense toward the place where Return to Origin Temple had stood. He clearly remembered following a monk there and even meeting the Buddha Lord.
How had everything suddenly vanished?
Under his divine sense, he could sense that Return to Origin Temple existed.
Yet when he examined it more closely, Return to Origin Temple disappeared again.
That sensation of seeming real yet illusory gave Meng Chen a profound understanding of Buddhist Dharma—and made him sense its terror.
"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows? Is this Buddhist Dharma?"
Meng Chen savored those words as he left Return to Origin Temple.
Within Return to Origin Temple, the monk who had guided Meng Chen asked the Buddha Lord, "Buddha Lord, that benefactor asked about Buddhist Dharma, yet you told him about the Buddha Dao?"
The Buddha Dao was not the Buddhist Dharma he had wished to know.
The Buddha Lord smiled at the monk. "Junior Brother Wu Jing, when will you see through falsehood and behold your true self? That benefactor only asked about the Buddha Dao, but your own delusions have covered your eyes, so you were unable to answer."
Wu Jing sank into thought. After a long while, he finally asked, "The Buddha Lord once said that one must not become trapped by forms and appearances. If one clings to the question itself, would that not be falling into forms and appearances? How does one comprehend emptiness? How does one attain the Dao?"
"When you cling to attaining the Dao, you have already fallen into forms and appearances!" the Buddha Lord said solemnly. "Do not cling to form, do not cling to