Yellow-Browed Old Buddha

Lin Xian held the Human Emperor Banner and wore the Brocaded Kasaya. Bathed in Buddhist light, he also seemed a sovereign who commanded reincarnation. He had practically become one with Mount Sumeru, leaving Maha Ancient Buddha dumbstruck.

Not even Victorious Fighting Buddha possessed such a fusion of powers. Neither did Sakyamuni.

To understand why, the Human Emperor Banner and the Bodhisattva Realm were uncannily compatible. A resonance too profound for words arose between them, evolving a Pure Land and the Nether Soil as they transformed toward the true Western Pure Bliss World.

Both belonged to the mental domain.

Strip the sacred faith power from the Bodhisattva Realm, and what remained of its ancient Buddha imprints and lingering Bodhisattva thoughts? A host of Buddha-ghosts, dead yet refusing to perish. They were the lingering obsessions of cultivators unwilling to let go, trapped in the mortal world, building a Buddha Kingdom among men.

Ten thousand Buddhas were ten thousand ghosts, and ten thousand ghosts were ten thousand Buddhas. Heaven and hell lay a single thought apart.

This, too, was a manifestation of reincarnation.

Deeply shaken, Maha Ancient Buddha no longer treated Lin Xian as an ordinary Dragon Transformation cultivator, but as a Buddha. With utmost sincerity, he said, "When Victorious Fighting Buddha fought his way into the Great Thunderclap Temple, this old monk slipped up and was suppressed by him. Now that Monkey has left the mountain, I hope Maitreya Buddha will come to my aid."

Lin Xian looked at the old monk before him, whose yellow hair grew thin and sparse. He smiled faintly and pressed his palms together. "Well said, well said. Saving you would not be difficult. This poor monk wishes to establish the Little Electronic Music Temple. Will you uphold its teachings, enter my tutelage, and cultivate anew until