Zhunti laughed again: "Fellow Daoist, the White Lotus in my palm can support a sword; you must know that ultimate bliss lies in the West. The twenty-four petals of the lotus platform radiate auspicious light, and the blooming sal tree fills the garden with fragrance."
The Clouded Immortal was furious—how shameless it was for a Saint to behave in such a way; truly a rare sight.
"Utter nonsense! Dare you come to deceive me!"
He swung another sword strike. Zhunti pointed with his finger, and a Golden Lotus held the strike at bay.
Zhunti smiled and said, "Clouded Immortal, I am full of compassion and cannot bear to reveal your true form. Were I to do so, wouldn't it shame the cultivation you have worked so hard to achieve, rendering it all in vain? Today, I only wish to teach you the doctrines of the Western Sect, hoping that you turn back before it's too late."
