Chapter 425 - 35 Sentences Huayang Venerable to Death
That year, the Daoist was fifty-five years old, an Immortal in form, proficient in profound Daoist Skills.
The jujube trees were laden with fruit, and as the Daoist wrote the character "Buddha," Earth Bursting Golden Lotuses surged from the ground.
"Buddhist texts say that one who can make the Earth Bursting Golden Lotus appear can be called a Buddha."
The nun bent down and touched a bit of the golden light; her fingertip immediately turned into mud.
"But you’re just a Taoist, why cultivate Buddhist Law?"
"The Buddha is inherently Dao, and Dao is inherently Buddha; even the Demon can be Buddhist or Daoist. Buddha, Dao, and Demon, all three are originally one, just like heaven and earth, yin and yang, and all beings eventually converge on the same path."
The Daoist responded emotionlessly, each word and tone imbued with profound truths.
"My path began with Dao, followed by the Buddha Sword, and lastly the Demon Sword. Yet, it’s the Buddha Sword that comes most naturally to me, the understanding most profound; now, it’s as if there were no one before me."
"No one before you?" The nun looked surprised, "This Buddha Sword has been refined by countless Buddhas over millions of years. Not to mention the Immortal Sword—have you really surpassed the Immortal Sword?"
"Indeed."