"Well then, just when I was finding this huge stone a little tasteless, some background music came along to liven things up..."
Zhong Shenxiu was using the way of object-refinement to explore the secrets of the Saint Monk's Stone Buddha and was somewhat troubled by his own excessive rationality.
Come nighttime, the continual chants of Da Mo echoed in his ears.
He did not attempt to guard his spirit on Spirit Mountain, but instead tried to relax completely, lowering his defenses, allowing these mournful chants to drag him into some unforeseen realm.
Under this inexplicable state, he viewed the reclining Buddha with a different level of insight.
Those grey-white, stone-like patterns, were just like veins, through which an unknown life force flowed.
Stones... also possessed life!
His thoughts diverged, endlessly generating associations.
Perhaps, under the command of Da Mo, there was a group of special worshippers.
