Bab 933: Chapter 918: The Six Syllable Mantra

"Don't rush, let's discuss one issue at a time; there is still time, and the old monk isn't going to die that quickly." Sitting on the stone steps at the front of the main hall, the old monk looked at Chu Mo, whose eyes were reddened, with a smile, "Nor should you cry. In this lifetime, the old monk did not seek Buddha, but it seems this final passage into nirvana… might truly make me a Buddha, haha, a fitting end to life!"

Chu Mo tightly pressed his lips together, not knowing what to say, as the chilling sadness in his heart did not lessen at all.

"First, regarding your origin, this old monk cannot tell—not that I can't tell, but that it must not be told!" the old monk pointed towards the sky, "Whoever speaks of it… will face divine retribution, a real divine retribution."

Chu Mo nodded silently, softly speaking, "Okay, I understand. I won't ask about this."