Heading West

"Too hard, too hard!"

The Buddha's Son had never found cultivation difficult before.

He had stood out and become a Buddha's Son in the Western Sect because of his powerful ability to learn.

Having risen from humble beginnings, the Buddha's Son was extremely confident in his aptitude.

But as he lay on the ground learning the technique Zhang Xuezhou had provided, the Buddha's Son felt utterly muddled, as though he were listening to the two sect leaders expound the Dharma.

"Is it hard?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"It really is," the Buddha's Son said with a nod. "When I cultivate, my head feels like a tangled skein of hemp."

"How is it hard? It's all laid out step by step. As long as you treat the illness according to this standard... no, cultivate according to this standard, you'll definitely succeed," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"But..."

The Buddha's Son shook his head.

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou's serious expression, he felt that the other man must think he was as stupid as a pig.

But he clearly wasn't like that. He was clearly a very clever person.

The Buddha's Son recalled what Zhang Xuezhou had explained. He could turn any spoken words into writing.

But though the words were there, the Buddha's Son couldn't understand them.

He felt that too much of Zhang Xuezhou's explanation was obscure, and there were even terms he had never heard before.

"Perhaps there are some differences between cultivation in the West and the East," the Buddha's Son said, steeling himself. "You know, the way people speak here is different from back home, and the methods of cultivation are different too."

"That's true. You foreigners might not be used to cultivating our methods. You'll need some time to adjust!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

The cultivation method followed by Ren Yisheng's Mental