"When did so many yellow Oriole hang on it?"
He was not skilled enough to see through the secrets hanging under the yellow banner. He could only see the floating yellow sails and not hear the wails of the resentful souls.
Hearing the old monk's question, seven nodded his head calmly and said, "
"I want to pray to Buddha to see my mother as soon as possible. A monk told me that I need to offer sacrifices for Buddha to see my sincerity."
The young boy tilted his head and asked doubtfully, "
"I don't understand. I can only do my best."
"My mother once said that human lives are precious and unique." He had given the most precious thing to the Buddha, and the Buddha would definitely be satisfied.
"But master, why haven't I seen my mother yet? Buddha, do you think that I'm not sincere enough?"
