"I'm in the Flying Spirit Hall."

Lin Ke was surprised and said to himself: "What happened before? How did I come in?"

A vast voice sounded in Lin Ke's ears, "You are finally here, I've been waiting for you for ten years."

"Who? Who is talking?" Lin Ke said.

"The lamp in front of you."

Lin Ke asked tentatively: "You are...you are that colorful glass lamp?"

"I am Deng Ling."

Lin Ke held his breath and kept himself calm, saying, "You said before, have you been waiting for me for ten years?"

"Yes."

"What should I do?"

"Ten years ago, there was a monk who passed on to you the "Clean Mantra". That monk is my master." said the colorful glass lamp.

Lin Ke said: "The ancestor master you mentioned?"

"It's the ancestor."

The ancestor, the name of the ascetic monk back then.

Lin Ke always felt that he hadn't told the truth, so how could a monk have such a shameless Dharma name?

"Our ancestors have always asked me to wait here for someone who can recite the "Clean Mantra"." said the colorful glass lamp.

Lin Ke said: "But, I just learned "The Mantra of the Heart" and used to be just writing it every day."

"If you hadn't written the "Clean Mantra" for ten years, how could you learn to recite it so quickly? Do you know that in Buddhism, many monks have been copying it for decades and hundreds of years, but they cannot learn to recite it. Your Buddha nature is already very high." The colorful glass lamp said.

"So that's how it is."
Chapter completed!