"When I was born... There was no Buddha in the world..."
It was a very plain sentence. It was so plain that it could only be said in the simplest manner. It seemed to have gone through a short period of thinking. Then, it came to a serious conclusion. It was so serious and simple as recalling a childhood memory. Similar to saying, "When I was young, the Old Zhang family next door did not have a pigsty."
If it was in the past, regardless of whether the other party was powerful or not and regardless of the situation, the person in front of him dared to insult the Buddha. The monk would certainly scold him!
The Buddha was the belief in his heart and life. The Buddha was his ideal and his life. He would never allow anyone to belittle the Buddha in front of him.
The scabby-headed monk's lips quivered a few times. He did not make a sound to argue or scold. For some unknown reason, he had the absurd notion that the other party was merely stating a fact.
