Revered Master Withered Leaf stared blankly at Su Mo, listening to the story he told.
The image of an unparalleled, exalted Buddha involuntarily rose in his mind. That man... seemed closer to Buddha than he was.
Absolute silence fell over the hall. For a long time, no one spoke.
The Buddhist bell rang, echoing throughout the ancient temple, carrying a trace of something that could not quite be put into words.
The Book Sage looked at Su Mo's expression and sighed softly.
From Su Mo's words, he seemed to sense... that the old monk Su Mo spoke of had greatly influenced him.
And his coming to this Hanging Temple seemed connected to that old monk as well...
Yanzhi merely watched Su Mo with some heartache, an apologetic look unconsciously entering her eyes.
That person's younger brother seemed to have suffered a great deal.
He bore the Pei Clan's heavy burden alone, wandering the world by himself, witnessing its suffering.
Weathered by wind and frost, his hair had turned white in his youth...
Su Mo seemed somewhat dispirited. He slowly turned and left the Buddhist hall.
The Book Sage and Yanzhi followed him, leaving the monks bewildered and stunned in the vast hall.
The three days of debate on the Dao had all ended in Revered Master Withered Leaf's defeat.
They seemed unable to fathom this Emperor of the world anymore.
He possessed Buddha Nature-a profoundly deep Buddha Nature.
But as an Emperor, how did he understand Buddhist verses?
Yet who knew whether understanding Buddha was all he could do...
Withered Leaf turned his head in a daze, looking at the thousand-foot golden Buddha in the hall, and slowly sank to his knees.
"Amitabha..."
Prayer beads turned softly, the wooden fish accompanying the bell.
"Revered Master." Several Arhats walked up behind