"We, the Sutra Takers, receive vast divine merit, stored within our essence, energy, and spirit. Consuming our flesh will grant one such merit."
"Yet, under the weight of this merit, we... cannot die."
Zhang Fusheng remained silent, thinking of the braised meats he had devoured earlier, rich with Merit Purple Qi, transforming him into an Innate Spiritual Being!
But... what suffering must these Sutra Takers endure?
Flayed and boiled day and night, consumed by countless Earth Deities and Yin Spirits, laden with merit, seeking death but finding none.
Merit, merit.
"The third question."
The female Bodhisattva inquired finally:
"The World-Honored One Buddha wants you to lead the way. The merit gained from taking the sutras will not take a penny from you, nor will you be harmed after the journey."
"You are granted divinity and sanctity, following your true heart."
"You are allowed to counterattack the Immortals and Buddhas, to avenge old grievances."
