Is there any life left, I do not know.
But he wanted to arrange his affairs properly.
This time, Zhu Zhengwei did not preach openly.
He said he would preach twice in his life, and so he did. There's no reason to continue if he decided to stop.
Zhu Zhengwei thought, walking on this Fairy Forest, which has now transformed into a gigantic forest city, populated by countless tall and extraordinary long-living beings, coming and going.
"So bustling again."
He walked on these streets, watching the bustling crowd.
At dusk, he left the town, casually sitting down in a wilderness, his hands gently caressing ordinary stones, casually leaving his First Dharma Gate upon them.
For he knew the value of an item does not lie in its material, texture, or worth, but in the significance of the owner who left it. If the owner is strong enough, even the grass paper he leaves would be preserved eternally in the historical library.
