In the dim room, only the oil lamp flickered endlessly. Amid the shifting light and shadows, it lent the place a touch more atmosphere.
"Benefactor, do you know what Buddha is?" After turning to the first page, Wu Hua spoke and asked.
Xu Bai sat opposite Wu Hua, elbows resting on the table, fingers interlaced. He stared unblinkingly at Wu Hua's forehead, pretending to meet Wu Hua's gaze.
"I don't."
The progress bar was slowly rising. Watching it felt great.
"Then does Benefactor know the tenets of the Buddhist sect?" Wu Hua asked again.
"I don't either." Xu Bai did not blink.
Wu Hua was speechless. "Benefactor travels the martial world—have you really never heard of it? Even a word or phrase would do."
He had never explained Buddhist sutras to anyone before. Given his current seniority, he truly was not qualified to explain Buddhist sutras to others.
Though he received much attention within Vajra Temple, he had entered the temple only recently. How could he possess such qualifications?
As his master had put it, he was a greenhorn himself, so why mislead the younger generation? But there was no helping it—he had lost a bet, and the other party did not care whether he had the so-called qualifications. Thus, following what his master had once taught him, he began explaining things to Xu Bai.
Back then, his master had asked him these same two questions. He had answered them one by one, and in the end received a beating.
"Fool. If you don't know, then you don't know. What meaning is there in forcing an answer?" That was what his master had said at the time.
Ordinarily, even if Xu Bai had never studied it, he should at least have heard someone mention it. Yet Xu Bai now claimed