The size of the lotus is just right, just enough to accommodate her feet, and as the Golden Lotus blooms, the pond water, which appeared filthy in contrast to the witch’s feet, seems to undergo so purification, becoming pure, faintly exuding spiritual energy.
Dorothy tried to stretch her toes but didn’t feel constricted at all. The size really is perfect, and standing on it feels more comfortable than wearing shoes.
Hmm, if it weren’t too conspicuous, maybe she could go barefoot all the ti, using this lotus as her shoes, since this special effect doesn’t consu magic power.
Moreover, when Dorothy crossed her legs, the golden lotus also enlarged, transforming into a twelve-grade lotus pedestal, still supporting the hobody witch’s body floating in mid-air.
The Hat Senior Sister, who originally wanted to scold Dorothy for being too showy, also caught a scent of a hundred blossoms. This scent is quite familiar to senior Fanny, as it’s precisely Dorothy’s fragrance.
However, what was once simply a pleasant floral scent now possesses a magical power that calms the mind, quickly smoothing out her original anger.
Although Asa Vanni, being a pure witch, has never been to the Eastern Universe, she feels as if she’s in an ancient temple deep in the mountains, slling that sandalwood incense, peacefully in the presence of gods and Buddha.
No, it’s not an illusion, she truly sees the gods and Buddha, a living Bodhisattva.
A small sun wheel of light rises from behind Dorothy’s head, casting a peculiar radiance that could be sunlight or Buddha light around them, and the Sanskrit sound faintly echoing from that sun wheel sanctifies and calms everything it shines upon.
Her body emits a wondrous fragrance, every step blooms a lotus, and the red sun rises, these are the three phenona of Dorothy’s past awakening.
In the past, these were rely special effects, but now, after Dorothy’s cultivation in Buddhist Law and her entry into the Bodhisattva Realm, these phenona have undergone slight changes, or rather, have begun to reveal so of their true power.
The fragrance is like sandalwood incense before Buddha, capable of repelling heart demons, extinguishing worries, and quelling anger.
The golden lotus is a shield of rit, capable of purifying filth, repelling all evils, and remaining unstained by dust.
The sun wheel behind the head is a symbol of the Bodhisattva Rank, a testimony of prajna, the wheel of wisdom, where Buddha light shines, it becos Buddha’s land, with the power to enlighten and guide all beings to refuge.
At this mont, the hobody witch is calmly sitting on the lotus pedestal, her eyes slightly closed, smiling, holding a piece of tree branch in one hand, while forming a Buddhist Dharma seal with the other.
Hmm, what a compassionate Bodhisattva, saddened by the world’s ills.
Unfortunately, this sacred scene quickly vanishes as even Dorothy couldn’t hold back her laughter and burst out laughing.
Thus, her three-headed and six-ard dharma appearance unfolds, with three faces showing the wrathful expression of a Vajra, and each hand wielding a weapon. In particular, the pair of hands in front brandish a massive Gatling gun.
This is the equipnt Dorothy freeloaded from the Judgnt Court, the Gatling Staff. (Chapter 265)
"Hmm, the Namo Gatling Bodhisattva style suits better."
The Hat Senior Sister, who was slightly intimidated by Dorothy’s Bodhisattva appearance, now snaps out of it, looking speechlessly at this jesting Master.
Can soone like this truly beco a Bodhisattva? Surely, the Buddha must have gone blind.
However...
Dorothy really is more suited to cultivation after all.
The Hat Senior Sister thinks to herself.
She previously encouraged Dorothy to seek immortal inheritance to verify her suspicions, and now those from the Eastern Universe have officially confird Dorothy really is their missing Saint.
But Asa Vanni now finds herself a bit conflicted.
After all, compared to this Western Universe, the Eastern Universe indeed suits Dorothy better.
"Dorothy, when do you plan to go to the Amaterasu Shrine?"
The Hat Senior Sister thinks for a mont and asks.
According to the Monster Qing Deng’s account, among the treasures the immortals bestowed upon Dorothy are three volus of the Heavenly Book: gods, humans, and ghosts. Among them, the Ghost Volu of the Heavenly Book is the Hyakki Buddhist Dharma evolved by Aoandon.
As for the god and human volus, they need to be sought from the Three Nobles.
When all three volus of the Heavenly Book have been cultivated, the Eastern Sages will beco aware, and at that ti, a Saint will take action, crossing the storm of the Sea of Nothingness to guide the New Saint back.
It’s just.....
"Amaterasu Shrine? When did I ever say I wanted to go there?"
Dorothy shakes her head, looking puzzled at the slightly lancholy Hat Senior Sister.
"Um...."
Senior Fanny is quite confused, isn’t it obvious?
If she doesn’t go to the Amaterasu Shrine, how will Dorothy gather all three volus of the Heavenly Book, summon the Saint, and return to the Eastern Universe?
"Don’t you want to return to the Eastern Universe?"
The Hat Senior Sister is montarily bewildered, clears her logic, and then asks, a bit dumbfounded.
"When did I ever say I wanted to go to the Eastern Universe? I don’t know anyone there, what would I do?"
Dorothy decisively shakes her head.
Although the temptation of cultivating to sainthood is great, she herself is not one to excessively pursue strength, as her life goal has always been one.
"Rather than being a loner over there, I prefer being a couch-potato witch in the Witch World, after all, here I have you all as family."
The hobody witch says with a smile.
Senior Fanny: "....."
The Hat Senior Sister remains silent for a long mont before finally blurting out a line.
"You must be a fool."
Dorothy, however, is not offended by this, the sun wheel’s halo behind her head sways like fire, the Buddha light is bright yet not dazzling, like a mirror, free of dust, just like her heart at that mont.
The Bodhi tree doesn’t inherently exist, nor does the mirror stand on a platform, fundantally there is not one thing, so where can dust attach itself?
The wisdom of a Bodhisattva allows one to see nature with a clear mind, so at this mont the hobody witch is more aware than ever of what she truly wants.
She had been troubled by this for a while before, but now, under the illumination of wisdom in the Bodhisattva Realm, she has re-examined her heart, and everything has beco clear.
What’s there to be worried about?
The identity of a Natural Saint from the Eastern Universe is just so-so. Here in the Western Universe, she’s still the Sister of the God King? This status isn’t any lower, and struggling abroad cannot compare to being fed by a Good Sister at ho.
Moreover, these identities are for others to see, and she only needs to understand one thing herself.
She, Dorothy, the hobody witch, only wants to have a ho and live a simple life.
Ho is wherever my heart is at peace.
This was the Oath of Heart she once made to resist wear and tear, and now, it’s also the Buddha’s enlightennt she has attained.
Perhaps, with her aptitude, making a grand wish like not becoming a Buddha until hell is empty could grant her greater status or power, but the hobody witch has always been clear, she’s not that great, and her wish is just as modest as that.
There’s no one who said that becoming a saint requires making great sacrifices, after all, ambition is sothing others see, while all she needs to understand is this one thing.
She, Dorothy, the hobody witch, only wants a ho where she could live comfortably.
The previous witch Bodhisattva now reverts to being a witch as the phenona recede once more, Dorothy blinks, and the forr troubles and confusion have vanished.
The wide witch hat extends its slender tendrils, and then, not without vexation, the Hat Senior Sister utters a solitary sentence after a lengthy silence.
"Such a fool you are, you’re going to regret it eventually."
"You might as well cut it off. I was counting on you to beco a saint and save my life. Now that’s not going to happen, but if I really go mad or die, I’ll make sure to take you with ."
The hobody witch presses down on the hat on her head, smiling as she speaks.
The Hat Senior Sister’s wide-brimd hat mouth curves up, clearly smiling all along.
She hadn’t stopped since a mont ago.
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