Before Ten-Thousand-Zhang Mountain.
Yuankong tore a strip of cloth from his cuff and covered his eyes.
Ever since he had been old enough to understand things, Yuankong had known that his eyes were different from other people's.
These eyes had brought Yuankong a great deal of convenience, whether in dealing with people or matters.
As long as Yuankong looked carefully, some understanding would dawn in his heart.
That was also why he had trusted Chu Xingchen and told him about the Jialan Buddha Ruins: he had seen through Chen Baiqing.
He had also seen the trust in Chen Baiqing's eyes when she looked at Chu Xingchen.
For a child like that to trust someone, only a sincere heart exchanged for another could accomplish it.
Yet these very eyes had also begun to make him gradually lose certain things.
Ten-Thousand-Zhang Mountain was one such example.
Everything in the world could never be seen through completely by a pair of eyes alone.
Yuankong was bright, but he was too young and had experienced too little. At first, he had not realized it.
Now, thinking it over carefully, Yuankong suddenly understood-he had trusted these eyes too much.
Since everything sprang from the heart, he should naturally trust his heart, not his eyes.
Once he had tied the cloth in place, Yuankong silently recited the Buddhist Scriptures, bringing his state of mind back to calm.
He slowly stood and, stumbling slightly, felt his way toward that illusory Ten-Thousand-Zhang Mountain.
Chu Xingchen looked toward Ten-Thousand-Zhang Mountain and saw a blindfolded śrāmaṇera at its foot, slowly climbing its sheer cliffs.
At this sight, Chu Xingchen glanced sideways again at Yuankong, who lay unconscious on the grass.
At that moment, a faint strand of Spiritual Power connected the two.
So that was how it worked?
Li