It was difficult to be a serious monk nowadays.
Namo Amitabha.
The monks were chanting in the temple.
Wang Yao stood outside and listened to it for a while.
"They're not sincere," he said these three words with a smile.
"They're not sincere? What about sincerity?" Chen Ying who was standing to the side asked somewhat doubtfully.
"The monks who are chanting aren't sincere." Wang Yao pointed to the inside of the temple.
"Do you even know that they're being insincere?"
"Yes. I can hear it by listening to their chanting. They're just reciting it to get through it," Wang Yao replied with a smile.
