Chapter 174
Kwangseung and Gu Man fight on the Yangtze River, and a familiar scent wafts between them.
Kwangseung’s eyes widen. As Gu Man strikes out with his Unworldly Sword, a Buddhist chant rings in his ears.
Guanjiajia bodhisattva, hsin xim vajravarmil dasi.
Seeing that the five aggregates are all empty, all suffering and misery are revealed.
Where it comes from.
The verses of the Vajrayana Sutra unfold in a vast expanse. The voice of the Buddha is heard in the ears of the adept.
Never before has the Bodhisattva been filled with such a deep fragrance of Buddhahood. No, it’s something he’s familiar with, but he didn’t expect to hear it on the Yangtze River.
And he tells him.
“What a foolish choice to make, death, what a foolish choice to make.”
The sacrifice of a deeply-minded monk is never in vain.
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A dry, airy palm touches the tip of Namgung Mubai’s thunderous sword.
Kaaaaang!
The sound of steel clashing against steel, followed by a multitude of splintering auras.
As if seeing is not always believing, the aura between them explodes and splits.
As soon as Nan Gongmu Bai takes a deep breath, a warm aura seeps into his back.
Sari-za, colorless void, empty void, colorless color.
All things come into being through interaction and vice versa.
Form is emptiness. Emptiness is form.
Feelings, thoughts and consciousness (feelings, thoughts and consciousness) are also like this (also are like this).
Even if you see it, know it; even if you hear it empty, know that all things are intertwined.
