"Amitabha, well said, well said!"
Master Micheng chanted, reaching into his robe to take out a small brocade box. When he opened it, a cloud of black mist enveloped the whole meditation room. With a sigh of resignation, Master Micheng said, "You are about to meet her, do you really wish to frighten her like this?"
The black mist gradually dissipated, reconvening inside the brocade box and condensing into a bead. Yet the black mist around it remained dense.
Master Micheng spoke again, "She paid a substantial amount of gold to light the Everlasting Light for you. If your malevolent aura is too strong, even if you transform into a bead beside her, you will still harm her. Have you considered this carefully?"
