Golden Immortal Tribulation, Fa Hai Attains Bodhi

Qin Fen looked at the screen and tried hard to recall what he had said. "Originally, there was nothing. Why stir up dust?" What was wrong with that? It was right. He had seen it in novels before. No, wait—had he remembered it wrong? Was it supposed to be, "Where could dust arise?" That did not seem right either. Both versions seemed to exist.

Chef Qin was deeply conflicted. No matter which line it was or how it was supposed to go, he did not understand its meaning anyway. Insightful Eye was awesome, able to see through things to their essence, but... but he had only graduated from middle school.

He simply could not understand it. That line counted as a hint too? Did these people play with Zen riddles so much every day that they made everything complicated?

Qin Fen did not understand, but Fa Hai did. Why bother? That meant there was no need to think about it at all. Let everything go completely. Who cared whether it was attachment or not? He would remain unmoved, no matter what winds blew from any direction. In modern terms, it meant flying his own plane so the United States had no reconnaissance planes.

As he watched Fa Hai on the screen roar out loud, his face filled with thoughtfulness, excitement, and relief, Qin Fen had no idea how to persuade him. He really wanted to say, Your nerves are huge. This is the Spirit Mountain Dharma Assembly! What the hell are you trying to do?

Every Arhat wanted to know the answer to that question. The four great Bodhisattvas were speechless, while Tathagata's face had turned a little green. Fortunately, a great power was a great power; he adjusted himself in an instant and still looked perfectly natural.

Why? Because