Western Ox-He Continent, Right Sound Dharma Temple.
The setting sun hung low. The occasional sound of a wooden fish drifted out from Right Sound Dharma Temple, while outside, ceaseless chanting surged toward the temple in wave after wave.
Along with it came wave after wave of wish power, pouring toward the little Right Sound Dharma Temple.
Yuankong watched calmly as all that wish power was absorbed.
The wish power streamed toward Right Sound Dharma Temple's Great Hero Hall as though it were inexhaustible.
Like a bottomless pit, the Great Hero Hall took in every last bit, showing no sign of ever filling.
Ever since setting foot on Western Ox-He Continent, nearly every temple Yuankong had encountered with proper Buddhist cultivators had been absorbing this motley wish power. It was merely a question of how much.
Yuankong was puzzled. Such murky wish power ought to be of little use. After all, neither proper cultivators nor Buddhist cultivators should be using wish power this murky to cultivate.
It was not merely a matter of inferior cultivation. Taking on the stray thoughts of all living beings meant taking on all their tangled confusion.
The likes and dislikes in one's heart would be magnified without end, until one was no longer oneself.
At first, Yuankong had thought it might be a custom of the Buddhist temples on Western Ox-He Continent. Perhaps they had some other use for it.
Now, that no longer seemed to be the case.
Although he was a Buddhist Child, even he could not get the śrāmaṇeras to tell him the truth.
As for Bai Xuanling's words, Yuankong still harbored doubts. But with Chu Xingchen's name attached, he could at least try believing them. At the very least, once he truly faced the matter, he would know whether he ought to