Dew on grass, the sun was shining brightly. Cattles and sheep grazed as the wind blew.
The Bodhisattva of Joy sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, floating in midair, as she looked helplessly at the expert gradually go far away. The chilly wind blew but was unable to spread the rays of the lotus platform, making her face feel cold instead.
Was it the wind moving, or her heart?
Bewildered, the Bodhisattva of Joy felt a sense of hopelessness and despair. Was she really going to switch from evil practice to orthodox Buddhism and become a lonely nun for the rest of her life?
Silently, without the use of any strength, the words "repentance is salvation" had been imprinted in her heart?
After ten years of facing the oil lamp, the old Buddha statue, all alone by himself, has the Frenzied Blade Su Meng brought the Karma Transfer of the Ananda Oath-Breaking Bladesmanship to such a level? Or was it an art of the Internal Demons?
