"This is the Amitabha Sutra."
Qin Sheng generously took out the golden page and handed it to Consort Yuan. Strictly speaking, this belonged to the Pure Fox Clan of West Mountain, and he also needed this reincarnated Demon Immortal to do things for him.
"Supreme Soul-Refining Formula." Consort Yuan's eyes lit up. The moment she accepted the golden page and looked at it, she became utterly engrossed.
The word-for-word scripture inheritance recorded in the Amitabha Sutra was certainly indispensable, but the Buddha surrounded by the sun and moon was even more profound.
The person who had painted that Buddha had reached the pinnacle of the art of painting. Calling him the Yang Spirit of the painting path would not have been an exaggeration.
He had distilled all of Buddhism's teachings and condensed them into that Buddha. To see the painting was to see the Buddha, granting boundless inspiration. It contained the true meaning of the past's eternal stillness and the indestructibility of reincarnation through countless lifetimes.
This golden page was the true inheritance of Great Zen Temple. The orally transmitted Amitabha Sutra of the Past could not convey its true essence.
Only after a long while did Consort Yuan regain her senses. Her face was flushed, her eyes gleaming as her red lips exhaled a breath of clear air.
"Good! Good! Good! Fellow Daoist Qin, I must thank you properly. You have truly given me an enormous opportunity. Even becoming your daughter in my next life would not be enough to repay you!"
Qin Sheng: "----"
She still fucking wanted to take everything for herself. Reading my True Scriptures was not enough; she even wanted to inherit my estate?
"Contemplating the True Scriptures of the Past and observing the Buddha of the True Self, I have already grasped the opportunity