Xuanxiao chuckled and said, "That's enough. Settle in and live here peacefully. Every month, bring me eight thousand purple crystals. I'll handle your affairs. If those baldies from Wuxiang Temple come knocking, it'll be my problem."
Just as he finished speaking, a voice rang out: "Amitabha, benefactor, aren't you being a little too arrogant? Calling us baldies at every turn—do you really hold the Buddhist cultivators in such contempt?"
Xuanxiao chuckled and said, "Amitabha? Hmm, I know that fellow well. I beat him up back in the day."
As soon as he said this, a trace of anger flashed through the voice. "Benefactor, have you ever heard that even Buddha can glare furiously like a Vajra?"
Xuanxiao chuckled and said, "A Saint-level expert, right? Come out. Let me see how much of Buddhism you've learned. Come on. I know your Buddhist sects are good at verbal sparring, so I'll start by arguing with you. Let's have a proper chat."
The old man came out and said, "This humble monk is Lingming, the abbot of Wuxiang Sect. I am at the Late Saint Stage. You seem to be only at the Heavenly Human Realm, healer. How dare you be so arrogant?"
Xuanxiao chuckled and said, "Let's not talk about fighting yet. Since you cultivate Buddhism, I'll entertain you with Buddhist philosophy."
The old man asked, "You understand Buddhism too?"
Xuanxiao nodded. "I know a little, a little." Then he grinned and said, "As the saying goes: 'Bodhi originally has no tree, nor is there a bright mirror stand. Originally, there is not a single thing—where could dust settle?' Old man, whether you want to cultivate Buddhism is your own business. Why force others to cultivate Buddhism?"
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