In his memory, that round, amicable face was the deepest horror, accompanying him through several reincarnations. Every time he awakened, this memory was inevitably present. Whenever that face spoke some benevolent nonsense, it foretold a catastrophe.
At this moment, the elder said with a smile: "Don't scare him! To inherit the merit of a great monk comes with karma, and maybe one day, you'll sit on the throne of the spiritual mountain, and in reincarnation, you might go to the Buddha Land Heavenly Kingdom."
The boy's face instantly turned ashen.
He had already swept away the haze in his Sea of Consciousness, glimpsing his past lives, knowing the key, he cried out: "That's not attaining the Fruit Position! The Fruit Position has long been attained by them! If I go, I would merely become a shell to nourish the Golden Body with my own luck and fate, losing even my own destiny's reincarnation! I don't want this!"
