"This is the grand summary of the supreme Absolute Skill, the Golden Light Spell, belonging to our temple," Yan Kong said gently as he began.
Fayue felt as if struck by lightning and asked with difficulty, "These eight-word true sayings, are clearly Daoist mysteries."
Yan Kong smiled faintly, "Foolish child, the righteous mystical truths of the world—where do Buddhism and Daoism come from? Tathagata said there is no self, no person, no sentient beings. Your attachment to Buddhism and Daoism is due to appearances."
Fayue hurriedly clasped his hands together, "This disciple has been foolish."
Yan Kong then laughed heartily, his voice resonant like the morning bell and evening drum. Upon hearing this, Fayue felt a tingling sensation throughout his bones, akin to cultivating the Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist, giving him a faint feeling of rebirth. He then heard the old monk say again, "However, these eight words indeed belong to the Daoist mysteries."
