Since that Little Child is the worldly incarnation of the Great Belly Buddha, shouldn't it be nine clusters?
Innate Buddha nature... could it be?
Zhang Fusheng thought of Niu Dali.
Could this guy have consumed three clusters?
Uh, it seems quite possible.
I'll check later.
He continued to observe while Old Yuan was still sighing.
"And that young man, what kind of existence has he entangled with? For our Ling Mountain sect, is it good or bad?"
"Well, Ascension to God..."
Yuan Feidao sighed one last time, his perspective completely pulling back, unable to see inside the dark room anymore.
Zhang Fusheng left the crack in the door, pacing back and forth before finally sitting cross-legged on the meditation mat.
"Old Yuan... good or bad?"
He rubbed his chin, thinking about that old fellow who actually gave away something—even if it was something related to the Maitreya Celestial Position.
With a thought, Zhang Fusheng summoned forth his master brother from the urn.
