This night has not yet faded, nor departed.
How does it go afar, and how does it return?
At this moment, all the thin moonlight seems to be gathered together, casting down through the sky-chasm-like finger gaps—there stands a small suspended silhouette.
Compared to the giant hand that covers the sky and hides the moon, this silhouette indeed seems as insignificant as an ant.
Like floating dust lonely in the huge canyon.
Yet, in the eyes of the many demons, it becomes clearer, more distinct, ever more radiant!
His brows, eyes—even the wrinkles of the Kasaya—are all clearly visible.
He is a very portly monk, with a large face and round belly, smiling eyes curved, looking quite unthreatening.
But it is he who rings the Knowledge and Hearing Bell.
It is he who emits the sound of the Buddha.
It is he who tears through the Eternal Night, who pierces through the End of Dharma.
In this moment, it is he who seizes more and more gazes!
