Speaking, the old nun took out a Spirit Fruit.
"Please, Venerable, help this poor nun deliver it. If possible, you might sit and chat a bit; perhaps that would help."
Gu Wen held the Spirit Fruit and remembered that year by the Luo River, following the other party through the bustling market, the first time experiencing the sensation of shrinking the earth to inches.
He asked, "So the poor Daoist can only deliver the Spirit Fruit?"
"That's all you can do. Only she can overcome the Buddha Demon trials herself. Even the Qingcang Immortal could only obliterate Buddha without sparing lives, saying it might be better to wait for my disciple's death before the obliteration."
"Today, I thank the master for the guidance."
Gu Wen stood up, turned, and left. The rising morning sun cast its light on his simple and slender Daoist robe, making the blue garment seem to radiate a Buddha's light.
The marks traced on the ground by the Buddha Sword had, at some undetermined time, vanished.
