"This..." Xiao Hua smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly. "Isn't Sage River the source of the two seas? Since when did it connect to the Land of Ultimate Bliss as well?"
"That is indeed the truth!" Cihui nodded vigorously, then pointed at the scattered white sails in the distance upon the river. "This is all that cultivators like us can know. But how many of these Buddhist folk could travel the entire length of Sage River? Even those fishing boats on the river have never traveled from the Western Sea to the Eastern Sea, have they? How could they know where Sage River came from, or where it went?"
"Even if they have never seen it or gone there, that does not mean they have never heard of it, does it?" Xiao Hua still argued.
"Of course they have heard of it. They even know that this river is called Sage River! Just as junior brother said before, 'sage' is a special term used by Confucian cultivators and has nothing whatsoever to do with our Buddhist sect. But do they believe it? Can they take it in?" Cihui said with a smile. "Not to mention that there are hundreds, even thousands, of such legends. They are devout Buddhist folk of our Pure Land World. Their hearts have long been illuminated by the radiance of our Buddha and can no longer admit any other filth! Of those hundreds and thousands of legends, they believe only... what our Buddha says!"
"Amitabha, this little monk understands." Xiao Hua sighed softly. He had already understood the key. Before, he had been contemplating the benefits of faith, yet now he saw its drawbacks. To believe something as truth was devotion, but to believe until one became foolish was heresy. Yet who was devout, and