A spell that relies on hiding and evading could hardly stump Buddha.
He quickly identified a tree within the vast mountain, its branches lush, as if the sound of Buddha's chants flowed through them.
Buddha uttered a spell and shrank his body, immersing himself in the dense branches.
On a small patch of verdant leaves, the loft was about the size of a dewdrop.
Buddha pushed open the loft's door.
The Novice Monk inside was striking the wooden fish, growing tense once again upon seeing him.
Buddha formed a Dharma Seal, slapping it onto the doorpost; the trembling loft immediately stabilized.
The Novice Monk's face turned pale.
Buddha lowered his hand and said, "I have no intention to harm you."
He sat down in front of the Novice Monk, as lotuses rose from the ground to support him.
The Novice Monk watched him blankly.
"I have vast wisdom to share with you," said the Buddha.
Here, all was calm.
Elsewhere, a fierce battle raged, seldom seen in this world.
