Through the ages, powerful cultivators had scarcely believed in reincarnation. But Lin Xian did. He believed so thoroughly that he had long considered himself a Buddha!
Lin Xian believed he had a past self who had already ascended to immortality and gained eternal life. He believed he had a future self destined to endure forever.
Lin Xian of the past, hurry up and use your marvelous tools! Lin Xian of the future, send back some rare treasures and save yourself!
Reincarnation? A next life? I, Lin Someone, love all that!
When the herdsmen respectfully asked for his Buddhist name, Lin Xian pointed one hand to the sky and the other to the earth. With a solemn, majestic bearing, he unleashed the Great Lion's Roar: "I shall become a Buddha!"
Above heaven and below earth, Only I Am Supreme. I am the Buddha! I am the Buddha!
There was no need to go to Mount Sumeru to worship the Buddha when Vulture Peak lay within one's heart.
The Western Desert differed from the other regions. Faint Faith Thought Power covered its mountains and rivers. Though slight, it was undeniably real, flowing according to some mysterious law.
The instant Lin Xian proclaimed that grand vow, the Western Desert's power of Buddhist faith surged. Milky-white sacred flowers bloomed in response, and the bells of a distant ancient temple rang out, as though testing and verifying something.
Dong!
The ancient temple's bells rang on. They could cleanse souls, stir a resonance in people's hearts, deliver mortals from suffering, and lead them to take refuge in Buddhism.
The Amitabha Buddha Emperor had been compassionate and wise. He had killed no one on his path to the Dao, yet had converted countless people.
Some had genuinely embraced Amitabha's ideals. Willing to become Buddhist Children of his