He had clearly survived the heavenly calamity, but the pain of ninety-nine and eighty-one thunderbolts hitting his body still scares him when he thinks about it. But why for eight hundred and seventy-three years, he is still nesting in this one-third of an acre of land without any sign of ascension. Even he himself often wonders whether there is something wrong with his calamity.
The cause and effect in reincarnation will eventually end in this life.
"Back then, there was a white snake. For the sake of the initial cause and effect, it interfered with my eighteen hundred years of Taoism and was suppressed under the tower. Of course I would not be so stupid." He folded his sleeves and saw the man sitting with his hands clasped under the Bodhi tree. He vaguely saw the beginning of a grand mist.