Shujia Lan dared not blink, only washed his eyes with Buddha Light, dust and distractions scattered, then looked again...
Still a jade face with black hair, elegant demeanor.
Then yellow leaves fell broken, and further away, the tree shadows danced.
Everything seemed unchanged.
Shujia Lan suddenly recalled the scriptures the abbot once mentioned, a verse that lingered in his heart — "All conditioned phenomena, like a dream, an illusion, a bubble."
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lu Qilang suddenly turned his head and asked.
Life vibrant, breath solidified. Unlike an artificial demon, nor any illusion.
"Ha, in the forest, it seems something is amiss." Shujia Lan instinctively grabbed a small Demon-Subduing Pestle, originally the pendant he wore around his neck.
Lightly spinning the small Demon-Subduing Pestle between his thumb and forefinger, using frequent small movements to cover inner tremors: "What was it, it vanished in the blink of an eye."
