Rain fell all night over the ancient Hanging Temple.
At sunrise, sunlight fell across the continuous stretch of ancient temple buildings, mingling with wisps of rain and mist to illuminate a sea of gold and red.
Scattered clouds and mist, amid the golden-red glow of dawn, adorned the entire Hanging Temple until it no longer seemed so empty.
Instead, it had acquired a poetic, picturesque beauty.
Su Mo and his two companions entered the Buddha hall again. Revered Master Withered Leaf had long been waiting there.
Without much exchange of pleasantries, Revered Master Withered Leaf activated the Demon-Subduing Pagoda and once again released a thought from the Demon Sage's Divine Soul.
Su Mo silently accepted that thought and drew it into his Divine Sense.
"Amitabha. What would Your Majesty like to debate with this humble monk today?" Revered Master Withered Leaf looked at Su Mo and sighed softly.
Today was different from yesterday. Yesterday, only a handful of Buddhist Sect disciples had been in the Buddha hall, but today it was filled with people.
Presumably, Revered Master Withered Leaf had made arrangements beforehand, hoping to let all the Buddhist Sect disciples hear a discussion of Buddhist teachings.
For the Buddhist Sect disciples, this was by no means a bad thing.
And Withered Leaf seemed to have already placed Su Mo's understanding of Buddhist teachings on a level no lower than his own.
Su Mo slowly walked up to Withered Leaf and nodded calmly. "Today, let us discuss... the self, Revered Master."
"What do you think?"
The self... the thought at the beginning, the reflection at the end.
Yet the word "self" seemed to be a word without an answer in this world.
Hearing Su Mo's chosen topic, Withered Leaf stared blankly at him before finally giving a bitter laugh. "This