Chapter 938: Western Land, Ning Que's Bliss

The mountain was Buddha, while the cliff plateau was his palm. The lofty Buddha's light, full of stillness and extinct coercion, didn't come from nowhere, but from the palm of Buddha, as well as from the pious belief of countless monks and believers in Xuankong Temple and wildness in the pit bottom.

That was also the case with the scriptures that were winded around the peaks, which were written by Buddha eons ago and piously chanted by his disciples and believers millions of years later. Buddhahood was the gilt of the scriptures, making the power of Buddha boundless.

Sangsang was silently looking at the cliff plateau, the scriptures floating in the wind, and the ray of Buddha's light. She captured multiple views with one glance. The Lanke Temple in autumn many years ago came into her mind.