A distant echo wakes the shifting sky,
The settled mind demands no soft reply.
The marketplace reveals the gathering ties,
One quiet step, and holy paths arise.
The digital waves cross borders through the shade,
Amidst the storm, the unshakeable axis is made.
Shifts Within the Frontier
Following the initial merger of the cross-border phone projects, a quiet uncertainty hung over the team. When the decision was finalized to transition toward a single platform, many practitioners felt a deep sense of lingering sorrow as their original system prepared to close.
While most members migrated to the unified channels managed by Chinese practitioners, Hoa Long occasionally logged into the old software just to test the line. To his surprise, the signal still bridged the gap across the firewall. Seizing the remaining window, he quietly continued his calls, helping over ten more mainland citizens sever their ties with the evil regime before the platform ceased operation entirely.
His young fellow practitioner—the junior brother—felt equally disoriented. Having invested immense effort to guide a single soul toward salvation, the thought of stopping weighed heavily on him. He felt reluctant to return to broadcasting pre-recorded audio, knowing that automated bots often consumed resources without truly reaching human hearts.
For several months, the two of them quietly maintained their calls in the shadow of the main transition. Meanwhile, the original founder of the project grieved seeing his independent effort dissolved. After months of quiet reflection, the coordinator decided to revive the independent platform, gathering a small circle of former team members back into the fold.
The Mirror of the Mind
Through constant communication with the project technician, the junior brother was re-invited into the revived team. He eagerly attempted to bring Hoa Long along, but Hoa Long had already uninstalled the outdated application. When he tried to reinstall it, technical errors blocked the process. Recognizing the subtle flow of karmic arrangements, Hoa Long calmly stepped back from calling for a time.
The junior brother, however, continued calling with intense zeal, successfully persuading many more people to renounce the party. During this period, he began experiencing vivid, mystical visions of higher dimensions during his sleep and meditation.
Yet, these spiritual sights gradually fed an unseen attachment—a dangerous show-off mentality and subtle self-exaltation.
Hoa Long perceived the emerging demonic interference in his companion's mind field during their conversations. Knowing that a spirit trapped in self-display rarely accepts direct correction, Hoa Long offered only gentle, indirect hints, hoping his friend would reflect inward. But without experiencing a sharp fall, a hidden attachment is seldom recognized by its owner.
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The Crucible at the Hospital
The inevitable crash materialized soon after.
While distributing truth-clarification materials regarding the persecution at a local hospital, the junior brother was reported by a hostile onlooker. Police officers quickly detained him, bringing him to the precinct—his third arrest since stepping onto the path.
Faced with severe interrogation, panic seized his heart. In that desperate hour, he managed to send a quick message to Hoa Long, pleading for Righteous Thoughts support.
Hoa Long received the message and replied with a single, rock-solid instruction:
"Keep your mind unmoved... fear absolutely nothing."
Hoa Long immediately sat upright, sending forth commanding Righteous Thoughts to dismantle the evil field surrounding the precinct. Protected by the absolute stillness of the Fa, the junior brother felt a sudden wave of peace wash over him. Within a short time, the authorities unexpectedly released him without charge.
Stepping out into the sunlight, the junior brother finally awoke to his own hidden pride. The arrest had acted as a harsh mirror, shattering his attachment to self-display and revealing the dangerous loophole he had left open.
The Pace of the Unshakable
Sometime later, while sitting down for a deep spiritual exchange with Hoa Long, the junior brother shared a striking dream:
"Brother Long... I had a dream recently. I saw you walking down a long road, limping slightly on one leg as you peacefully pushed a heavy handcart. I was behind you on an electric bicycle, riding at absolute top speed... yet no matter how hard I accelerated, I could never catch up to your steps."
Hoa Long listened quietly, offering only a compassionate smile. He knew the vision was not about physical speed, but about the profound depth of Xinxing—the unyielding stability of a mind rooted deep within the Fa that no external flurry could match.
The Sovereign Axis Refined
Eventually, the junior brother's phone project hit another wall, prompting him to join a new dispatch platform operating on a different framework. Something deep within urged him to introduce this new avenue to Hoa Long.
Driven by this strong impulse, he set out toward Hoa Long’s home. Yet, interference attempted to block the connection—causing him to lose his way and take several wrong turns before finally reaching the doorstep.
Seeing the persistence of his companion and recognizing the arrival of a new cosmic opportunity, Hoa Long understood it was time to step back into the frontlines. Without hesitation, he purchased a new computer. Following an intensive period of technical self-study, he completed his initial setup and stepped seamlessly back into the mission.
From that hour, Hoa Long dialed not to chase quotas, but solely when his heart achieved absolute stillness.
Once, during a call deep into the mainland, the far end of the line fell into a prolonged silence. The man did not hang up, nor did he argue; he merely posed brief, sharp inquiries to scan the speaker’s integrity. Hoa Long answered at a measured pace, delivering clear truths through a mind free of debate or ego.
Ultimately, the listener released a heavy sigh, voicing a statement of profound compliance and gratitude. As the connection ended, the project coordinator turned to Hoa Long, whispering softly:
"This spirit… is no ordinary citizen. He commands high authority."
Hoa Long sat in absolute stillness. He felt no surge of personal pride, for his mind chased no worldly status. He simply rejoiced that another spirit had chosen the light of Truth—knowing that when the mind stands unmoved, simple words bear a commanding force capable of guiding weary souls home.
Canto LXXIX — The Cross-Border Call
A distant echo wakes the shifting sky,
The settled mind demands no soft reply.
The marketplace reveals the gathering ties,
One quiet step, and holy paths arise.
The digital waves cross borders through the shade,
Amidst the storm, the unshakeable axis is made.
Past worldly speed, the steady pace remains,
The boundless Dao outlasts all mortal chains.