"I still have a hundred and eighty years of life left, and twelve hundred years of spiritual cultivation."
Zhang Fusheng silently sorted through the items in the contract, quietly walked out of the Eight Sceneries Palace, first observing the souls praying continuously,
then glanced at the Tao Scripture in the Five Mansions Temple, still closed, before finally arriving at the Bridge of Helplessness.
Squatting down, he continued to pluck the Other Shore flowers as usual, each one merging into his own Dead Man's Bone, or perhaps the Other Shore Bone.
He could clearly sense the Other Shore Bone was gradually transforming, its eerie aura growing stronger—not just eerie.
On that bone, there even gradually arose the feeling of the 'Other Shore.'
As if it were the land of liberation, the end of all suffering.
"What exactly are the Other Shore flowers by the Yellow Springs River and the Bridge of Helplessness?"
