The sun set in the west and rose in the east; divine light swept a thousand li away, leaving only one point of brightness behind. When you believed there was bodhi in the world, you planted the heart-seed of bodhi. And the way for a bodhi heart to awaken, besides the great vow of all people, besides the anointing of divinity, also included diligent cultivation.
"May the Main God bless us! May the cassava harvest be abundant and the corn fill the granaries! May there be no Cold Wave this winter, and may every tribe survive the terrifying Divine Calamity!"
More than a thousand li away, in the land of the Coahuiltec, Red Crow Chieftain Amoxi had never truly believed in any god or Buddha. Yet now, he too was diligently cultivating—beneath the pressure of managing more than a hundred thousand tribesmen, amid the toil that had turned both his temples white—and without realizing it, he had given rise to a bodhi heart. At this moment, he wore the Main God's amulet, gazed at the Heron River mouth in early winter, and prayed in silence.
"O divine heaven and earth! May the two thousand tribesmen who have gone east have enough to eat and warm clothes to wear, and may they use the stone spears in their hands to carve out a bright future for themselves..."
At the Heron River mouth, hundreds of Dugout Warships and small galleys had already blown their conch horns for departure. Soon, the vast Coastal fleet, fully loaded with two thousand prairie tribesmen with shorn hair and tattoos, fearful and uneasy, slowly sailed away from the river mouth and vanished at the far end of the eastern coast.
And along the shallows by the river mouth, baskets upon baskets of corn and pumpkins were piled