"Bodhi Heart as the cause, Great Compassion as the root, convenience as the final goal... Thus I heard..."
Sitting in meditation mid-air, Fan Zhouxing was surrounded by flowing Buddha Light, in the domain of the rules of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, his kasaya billowed, and Buddhist chants formed in words.
In front of his chest, blood-colored Buddha Beads spun, after staining the dense scriptures on them, drops fell one by one, finally disappearing into the spaces among the beads.
His right hand lightly tapped the wooden fish, while his left hand twisted the Buddha Beads.
The Buddha Light revolved, faint incense smoke lingered, tranquil yet mysterious, making Fan Zhouxing appear like a sage monk beyond the world.
Fang Xiuqi, whose wound had ceased bleeding, listened to Fan Zhouxing's recitation of the 'Great Sun Sutra', watching the Dharma Golden Body behind him growing brighter.
'Not like Fan Zhouxing...'
