Energy determined an attack's lower limit; the realm of the mind determined its upper limit.
Jie Dinghui's punch was completely unlike Righteous Bearing's Hollow Fist. It was not its exact opposite, but an entirely different expression of intent.
The Hollow Fist pursued seamless natural perfection, while Jie Dinghui's Meditative Heart Fist showed his own heart to the world.
A meditative heart-the meditation did not necessarily have to be Zen. It could also be exposition, explanation.
Jie Dinghui's punch seemed to contain boundless light, without any murderous intent or compassion, yet it was neither brutal nor hostile toward Aiona.
And yet, when that punch landed on Aiona's vines, they simply dissolved.
"So that's how it works! You only need to watch Jie Dinghui throw one punch to learn the Meditative Heart Fist!" Feng Wu exclaimed.
He really had learned the Meditative Heart Fist, but he could not use it immediately, because he did not know what his own meditative heart looked like.
This was a fist technique that could bring all living beings to take refuge, but it was absolutely not the brainwashing and control of conspiracy theories. It laid every truth plainly before the other party and left the choice entirely to them.
Love and pleasure between men and women?
Allowed.
Eating meat and drinking wine?
Allowed.
But did those attachments truly arise from the heart?
If not, then the Meditative Heart Fist would certainly fail, because this punch required one to open one's heart for all things to behold.
If one did not even know what one's heart truly looked like, how could one open it?
Anyone who could open their heart must have illuminated their mind and seen their true nature. They were already a Buddha.
Shaving one's head, abstaining from meat and wine, forbidding love and pleasure