In the distance, the girl in the white dress among the terraced fields seemed to sense something. She looked around in puzzlement, found nothing unusual, and continued secretly catching fish to eat.
"Find the Buddha in your heart?" The old man scratched his head. "I don't understand. You people always like saying all sorts of mystical nonsense. I don't get it."
The Buddha Lord smiled and did not mind.
Buddha was a path of cultivation. Other people's opinions were not important.
The old man patted the dust from his clothes, stood up, stretched a little, and prepared to continue working.
After some thought, the Buddha Lord followed him. "Old sir, let me help. The Buddhist Sect values cause and effect. Since I ate your food, I should naturally do something in return."
"You?" The old man looked the Buddha Lord over and did not think much of it. "Sure. Just do whatever I do. It's not too tiring."
Green mountains and clear waters, white clouds drifting leisurely, a waterwheel turning slowly. There were no schemes and strife between dynastic powers here, only the calm daily labor as plain as water.
The Buddha Lord looked toward the horizon.
The sun was sinking in the west, dyeing the sky the color of flames. Everything beneath the setting sun was touched with a layer of gold and crimson, and the people who had toiled all day had reached the time to return home.
"Time to go home, time to go home." The old man pounded his back and looked over his fields, a satisfied smile appearing on his wrinkled, aged face.
The Buddha Lord washed his hands in the irrigation canal and casually wiped them on his clothes.
Even if the Buddha of Mount Sumeru came here, he likely would not recognize that