Ding, ding, ding…
The sound of the twelve tin rings hitting the monk staff faded away.
The ascetic monk wore a smile on his face and walked away with his feet shackled.
Although he had lost an arm, and the pain was extremely intense, he was still in pain.
But no matter how painful it was,
How could it compare to the joy of obtaining this epiphany?
If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening.
"All dharma is empty and silent. Bodhi is motionless. Since there is no illusion, why is the heart uneasy?"
He chuckled. After he walked far away, he turned around and bowed three times.
At the same time, he also gave up on the idea of entering the house to see what the person looked like.
From the outside, he could sense that the person in the room was no different from an ordinary person. There was no fluctuation of energy.
However, after listening to a scripture and being severely reprimanded by that person, how could he not understand?
