"Little brother, the cup is already full; why do you keep pouring into it?" the monk robed elder asked Xu Zimei, puzzled.
"I know," Xu Zimei nodded in reply.
"Your hearts are just like this cup before us, filled to the brim with your own thoughts and stubbornness.
I must pour out all this water before we can discuss the merits of our respective Buddhist teachings."
Upon hearing Xu Zimei's words, the two fell silent.
After a long while, the little acolyte brought his palms together, offered a slight bow to Xu Zimei, and said, "I have learned much!"
Just then, the street outside the Buddhist refectory suddenly erupted into noise.
The crowd was in chaos as if something had happened.
A few of them stepped out of the inn, only to see a group of people blocking the street so tightly that not even water could get through.
Countless onlookers gathered around to watch the excitement.
"This person dared to steal in Buddhist Rites City; beat him to death."
