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"Benefactor Bai?" Wu Xin also noticed Chu He, clasped his hands together and saluted, "Amitabha, thank you Master Bai for enlightening this little monk during the day."

Although Monk Wuxin had a smile on his face, Chu He still felt a trace of sadness from it.

It seems that Monk Wuxin still hasn't found the so-called Buddha fate today.

"Wu Xin, are you really enlightened?" Chu He looked at the smile on his face and suddenly asked.

"..." The smile on Monk Wuxin's face gradually disappeared, and he lowered his head without saying a word.

Seeing him like this, Chu He knew that the little monk must not have come out yet, yes, it was only four sentences, how could the little monk be enlightened all of a sudden?

And the monk Wu Xin really hasn't come out yet. After all, although the four Buddhist verses that Chu He said are very suitable for him, Wu Xin still feels that something is missing.

Is it right to remind myself all the time not to let myself be contaminated by the mortal world? Can you finally become a Buddha?

Wu Xin didn't know, but this was the only thing he gained after coming to Linjiang County, and he really liked these four Buddhist verses very much.

Seeing the tangled expression on Monk Wuxin's face, Chu He directly pulled him to sit by the window.

"Xiao Er, have a pot of tea!" The waiter who was about to fall asleep on the counter was woken up, and a pot of tea was served for the two of them.

"There are all kinds of life in the world, how can you keep yourself out of it?" Chu He poured a cup of tea for Monk Wuxin and said slowly.

"But, our practice is to transcend things?" The Buddhist beads in the hands of the monk Wuxin turned very quickly, and it could be seen that his heart was slightly confused.

"Who told you that you have to be transcendent in your practice? You probably don't know that after those powerful people have reached a certain level of practice, there will still be people who will take the initiative to cultivate their minds in the world of mortals, right?" Chu He also poured himself a glass.

"The little monk who refines the heart in the world of mortals has indeed heard of it, but the little monk is still very puzzled. Wouldn't that make him contaminated with the dust of the world?" Monk Wuxin looked at Chu He squarely and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Hey! Little monk! Let's not talk about this, you drink this cup of tea first!" Chu He didn't argue with him, and asked him to drink the cup of tea in front of him first.

Monk Wuxin was a little puzzled, wasn't he still discussing the issue of being contaminated with the world of mortals just now? Why did you get to drink tea so quickly?

But Wu Xin still picked up the teacup and drank it down.

He also knew that Chu He was trying to enlighten him at this time, letting him open his knot as soon as possible.

"How does it feel?" Chu He asked while seeing Monk Wuxin drink the tea, playing with the teacup in his hand.

"The taste of tea is very strong." Monk Wu Xin expressed his feeling directly.

"Come on, have another drink!" Seeing this, Chu He changed the water in the pot and poured another cup of tea for Monk Wu Xin.

"..." Monk Wuxin looked at Chu He, hesitated for a moment, and drank the cup of tea again. However, unlike the first time, he did not drink the tea all at once this time, but drank it slowly. a little bit.

"How does it feel?" Chu He looked at Monk Wuxin and asked.

"The taste of the tea is a little weaker, but the taste is better than the first time." Monk Wu Xin replied honestly.

"Come on, have another cup!" Chu He changed the water in the pot again, still filling the teacup in front of Monk Wu Xin.

Monk Wuxin didn't hesitate anymore, and drank the tea directly, but this time he drank more slowly, as if he was savoring the aftertaste of the tea.

"How do you feel?" Chu He looked at Monk Wuxin, and changed the water in the pot again.

"The lips and teeth are fragrant, and the aftertaste is endless." Monk Wu Xin was silent for a while, and expressed his feelings.

Then, before Chu He could pour tea for him, Monk Wu Xin consciously picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup.

This time the speed of tasting tea was even slower.

"The taste of the tea is a bit weaker than before, and the taste has declined slightly." Before Chu He could ask, Monk Wu Xin drank the tea.

Then monk Wuxin consciously changed the water in the teapot again and drank another cup.

"The taste of the tea has become weaker, but the aftertaste has come up."

"..."

Seeing Monk Wuxin changing the water for the teapot over and over again to drink tea, Chu He didn't stop him. He clearly felt that the more he drank, the brighter he was in the eyes of Monk Wuxin.

Gradually, Monk Wu Xin had changed the water in the teapot several times, and the taste of the tea became weaker and weaker.

Finally, Monk Wuxin put down the teapot, his eyes thoughtful.

Chu He didn't make a sound, quietly watching Monk Wu Xin thinking.

"Benefactor Bai, I'm a little curious, why the tea tastes the best at the third time, and then it gradually declines?" Finally, monk Wu Xin raised his head and asked.

It's not that he didn't drink tea when he was in the Sumeru Temple on Mount Jiezi, but he never tasted tea seriously, he just regarded it as a means to quench his thirst. Holding a teapot, now it seems that there is great wisdom in this small tea ceremony.

"In the folks, there was a saying about drinking tea: one water, two teas, three and four are the essence, five and six are not bad, seven brews have lingering fragrance, eight have aftertaste, nine and ten are still aftertaste " Chu He said flatly, "You didn't drink the first brew just now, but started drinking the second brew directly."

"Cultivation will indeed make you detached from things, but it does not make you out of touch with the world. Some people refine their minds in the world of mortals, just like making tea, they just stay at the third or fourth brew, rather than allowing themselves to completely sink Enter the world to hone your state of mind, if you go too far into the world of mortals, you will truly return to the world, so what is the meaning of cultivation?" Chu He looked at Wu Xin and said.

"There must be a limit to everything. You want to keep yourself out of the mortal world, but you want to cultivate the supreme Buddha way. How can this be possible? Even the legendary Buddha has to go through nine generations of reincarnation!"

Listening to Chu He's explanation, Monk Wu Xin lowered his head thoughtfully.

"Then why did Benefactor Bai tell me about the Bodhi Tree and the Buddha's gatha on the Mirror Terrace? Don't you want me to remind myself not to let myself be stained with dust?" Monk Wuxin raised his head and looked at Chu He in front of him. asked.

Chu He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I only said half a sentence before, but before I said the second half, you have already gone far!"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Wu Xin's face: "Also ask Master Bai to enlighten me."

"An eminent monk once inscribed four lines of Buddhist verses in response to those four lines of Buddhist verses." Chu He said leisurely, "There is no tree for Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where does the dust come from?"