Every time you appear, you must either come with the force of thunder or create miracles; only thus can faith grow stronger, and incense flourish.
Gods and Buddhas, like monarchs, once people see through you and realize you are also flesh and blood, how can you continue this work?
It's better for people to hold deep reverence in their hearts, knowing there's a god high above, rather than having this god constantly appear in front of them.
Thus, just after saving the entire Cyan Wood Province, the Buddha, having thrown the raccoon demon to the Prime Minister for interrogation, lay in the grass in an unexpected posture.
He felt the bright sun shining, its delicate warmth dispelling the constant rain.
He stretched lazily, yawned, rolled over the grass, and continued to sleep while hugging a tree.
This battle was tremendously exhausting.
At the time, he was too excited to feel it, but afterward, he needed rest.
