"Okay."
The Buddha Son was sullen; he seemed to be a chatterbox, speaking without any reservations.
Shaking his head,
the Buddha Son's voice became solemn as he spoke:
"Brother, be prepared, I'm about to start."
He raised the Divine Pestle and recited softly.
"Great Black Heaven..."
Though the majestic young man's voice was faint,
it resonated in Zhang Fusheng's ears like a morning bell and evening drum, deafeningly loud!
He saw on the Divine Pestle scenes of a furious Bodhisattva,
with six arms, crowned with five skulls, his forehead furrowed, three eyes wide open, mouth agape with fangs interlocked, tongue curling upward, and red hair flaring like a torch!
Six-armed Great Black Heaven.
Such a term flashed in Zhang Fusheng's mind, if he remembered correctly.....
Six-armed Great Black Heaven, was the wrathful incarnation of the Thousand-Handed and Thousand-Eyed Guanyin Bodhisattva!
"Thunk!!"
