The Golden Body did not decay; he passed away in meditation and became a Buddha.
A flicker of seemingly irrepressible excitement flashed through Su Mo's eyes.
"And then?"
It seemed to be the same...
It was the same as the accounts in the legends of his homeland. In other words, what he wanted might truly exist in this world.
Withered Leaf looked at Su Mo in his flowing white robes and continued, "After that monk passed away in meditation, his Dharma Body remained beneath that tree."
"And the fruit he ate allowed his Dharma Thought to endure."
"It founded this Hanging Temple..."
Su Mo abruptly rose, drew a deep breath, and looked up at the thousand-foot golden Buddha.
Withered Leaf gazed at Su Mo, seemingly already aware of just what he had come to the Hanging Temple to do.
Even the Book Sage and Yanzhi had formed a guess about Su Mo's intentions.
Before anyone could ask, Su Mo spoke first. "That tree... where is it?"
A gentle breeze blew into the hall, carrying a thread of Su Mo's hope.
Withered Leaf looked at Su Mo, shook his head, and sighed softly. "Mount Sumeru!"
As expected, Su Mo really had come for that thing...
On Mount Sumeru stood the Bodhi Tree; on the Bodhi Tree grew the Bodhi Fruit.
What Su Mo wanted was that Bodhi Fruit... the Bodhi Fruit that could bring Hui Kong back to life!
Hui Kong's flesh had attained Buddhahood, transforming into a Golden Body.
His Divine Soul remained within the Golden Body, neither dispersing nor manifesting.
Or rather, Hui Kong had never died at all!
Back then, Hui Kong had been impervious to all arts, yet had passed away in meditation beneath an ordinary sword.
He had even delivered Yu Gu to salvation, so Su