Zhending, the ancient Buddha, went on as if speaking to himself: "Break through the fifty demons of the aggregates. Ananda cultivated the Tathagata's secret cause and the Shurangama of the bodhisattvas' myriad practices. If he can defeat the demons and attain Buddhahood, his merit will be complete."
"How tragic. How lamentable..."
A chill ran down Lin Xian's spine. The whole world had suddenly become unfamiliar.
Where the hell have I ended up? Is this still the Shrouding the Heavens Universe?
After all, he had once visited the plane of The Outcast, one of the Lower Realms of The Sage Who Transcended Samsara.
The Divine Monk Zhending and Transcendence beyond the Other Shore sounded normal on their own. Strung together, they became deeply unsettling.
Sacred Body on my left, Milk Baby on my right, a picture of a little girl in my heart—whatever's eerie or ominous, suppress it all!
Three Heavenly Emperors, come cover me!
Lin Xian loudly recited the Heavenly Emperors' true names in his heart, then glanced up. Beyond the cave lay blue skies and white clouds stretching for miles. There was no Chaos Thunder Tribulation, nor any sword stroke severing the ages.
"Amitabha." True Concentration Tathagata smiled faintly and pressed his palms together. "This humble monk is about to undergo Dao Transformation and enter the stillness of Nirvana. I am a dying man, young friend Maitreya. There is no need to be nervous."
Lin Xian's mouth twitched. Like hell I believe you, you rotten old man. Dying? More like dead but not gone, rising from the grave again and again.
He badly wanted to ask when True Concentration Tathagata had come to the Shrouding the Heavens Universe, and whether he had joined forces with Milk Baby.
But Lin Xian swallowed the question. Something occurred to him, and he