He glanced at Xu Zimo and the two of them, clasped his hands slightly and said "Amitabha."

Then he turned to the little novice monk aside and said with a smile: "Junior brother, you are here to confuse others again."

"Where's the talk of bewitching?" the little novice monk shook his head and said softly.

"Everything is voluntary.

Senior brother, are you envious of the grand occasion of my Mahayana Buddhism? Do you want to learn the essence?"

"Junior brother, you are too impressed," the old man in monk's robe shook his head.

“Every matter in the world must be dealt with by me first and then by others.

If you don't even understand selflessness, how can you save people?

Therefore, our Hinayana Buddhism is the most correct.

Junior brother, it’s better not to be stubborn."

Seeing the quarrel between the two, Xu Zimo shook his head helplessly.

"This donor, how about you judge our family's Dharma?"

The old man in monk's robe next to him saw Xu Zimo, his eyes lit up, and he suggested.

The young novice monk was silent for a moment and looked at Xu Zimo expectantly.

"You are like the teacup in my hand."

Xu Zimo said as he picked up the hot water next to him and poured it into the tea cup.

After filling it all the way, the water overflowed, and he continued to pour it.

No plans to stop at all.
Chapter completed!