"Yes!" Jingcheng's face twisted into an even more bitter smile. "This disciple was far inferior to Martial Ancestor; I stood there dumbfounded for half a day. No matter how I thought about it, I could not understand how the hundred thousand or so villagers of Changsheng Town could help Martial Ancestor Cihang achieve Buddhahood. What puzzled me even more was that he seemed utterly unconcerned with the Buddha Fruit. According to Xingchen, Martial Ancestor Cihang had no reaction at all when he failed to achieve Buddhahood. He simply flicked his sleeves and left. This sort of unstained heart is beyond this disciple!"
"Call Xingchen over!" Cimei waved a hand. "I find it exceedingly strange as well. The power of vows from a hundred thousand villagers cannot possibly help a Buddhist practitioner achieve Buddhahood. I must ask in detail..."
"Yes, this disciple will call Xingchen over at once~" Jingcheng did not dare delay. He hurriedly rose and was about to fly out from the pavilion when he suddenly seemed to realize something. He halted, glanced around, then went down the steps beside the pavilion. Only after his figure vanished amid the branches of the green plum trees did a faint smile appear on Cimei's face.
Yet the smile vanished in a flash. Cimei raised her head again toward the sunlight and murmured, "Cihang, Cihang... which senior brother is this Cihang???"
Before long, Xingchen arrived at the pavilion with Jingcheng. Before Cimei, Xingchen was like a little novice monk, exceedingly respectful and cautious. After he recounted every last detail of what had happened in Changsheng Town and answered more than a dozen of Cimei's questions, until sweat had appeared on his forehead from the questioning, Cimei finally waved him away.
Watching Xingchen bow and cautiously leave, Jingcheng looked at Cimei, who had