Golden rosy clouds covered Mount Jiuhua, Buddha light shone everywhere, and extraordinary fragrances filled the air. Countless bhikkhus, bhikkhunis, dragons, and benevolent celestial deities had all attained golden bodies and sat upon lotus thrones. It was truly a scene of unsurpassed splendor.
Xie Lin's eyes brimmed with tears of excitement. At last, she was willing to relinquish the world within that delusion realm.
Turning over and rising to her knees, Xie Lin devoutly took refuge in Xinru Buddha and confessed her failings, hoping to become a disciple under her.
Nun Xinru sent A Ying to receive and guide her. With a wave of her hand, all of Xie Lin's hair fell away, and she too became a bhikkhuni. A purple-gold lotus throne appeared beneath her of its own accord, golden light suffused her entire body, and even her skin looked as though it had been cast from gold.
Beside them, Nun Pantu praised her. "Our Buddha is compassionate, her divine powers vast, her magic boundless. This virtuous woman has attained the Arhat fruit the instant she took refuge. We rejoice and offer praise."
The millions of others all pressed their palms together and chanted in unison, "We rejoice and offer praise!"
"From now on, you shall be called A Lin." Nun Xinru had Xie Lin discard her secular surname and stand with A Ying on either side of the lotus throne beneath her seat.
"Xie Shan, even now, can you still not attain complete enlightenment?" Nun Xinru demanded loudly.
Xie Shan watched as both his daughters ceased to acknowledge him. A Ying had already passed through another incarnation and severed their familial bond on her previous visit here, so he could accept her refusal to recognize him. But after emerging from the delusion realm, Xie Lin did not spare him