Xuan Hui was astonished to see patches of green reemerging on the Jianmu.
Buddha says that a single thought can give birth to a flower, a divine skill that creates life. If Chen Nan could resurrect the Jianmu fragments, it would be a similar method.
At this moment, he felt even more that inviting Chen Nan to become the Buddha Son had been the right decision. Chen Nan's every action seemed to embody Zen principles.
This is truly a natural Buddha Son!
Unfortunately, freely falling flowers have feelings, but the flowing water is heartless. Xuan Hui needed to think of another method.
"Otherwise, once we leave the secret realm, should we have that old monk take Chen Nan back directly?"
"No, no, if we do that, how would Chen Nan and I be any different?"
Chen Nan was completely unaware of the great monk's countless thoughts. He was simply contemplating the benefits he gained from refining the Jianmu.
