'It wasn't even tsampa... one-star review!'
'Fine, because of the climate and environment, it seems highland barley can't be grown locally either...'
'Besides, stomachs are harder to reform than minds... local stomachs are still used to bread...'
Aaron took the bag full of white bread and grumbled inwardly.
At that moment, a glint flashed in Bayi's eyes. "Master, I have recently been studying the Scripture of the Thought-Free Heavenly Maiden, and there are some questions I would like to ask!"
This was a test!
As expected, he harbored some doubts about Aaron's identity!
After all, what kind of fucking ascetic monk ate white bread?
They survived only in the wilderness, and some even voluntarily undertook rituals of hunger and starvation. Even if they truly could not bear it, they could only eat a little of the worst black bread and drink plain water!
This man was dressed strangely, yet accepted the bag of white bread as if nothing were amiss. There had to be something wrong with him!
However, Lord Bayi was a cautious man. Without knowing for certain whether this person really was an ascetic monk, he chose to ask about the scripture first.
"Ask away!"
Seemingly unaware, Aaron accepted the wine flask the other man handed him and took another sip.
Mm, tantric monks had always been allowed to drink alcohol, so that was no issue.
Lord Bayi truly had studied the Scripture of the Thought-Free Heavenly Maiden. Every deity of Tantric Buddhism had corresponding scriptures, and there were even many different versions. Thus, the proliferation of scriptures was perfectly ordinary.
After all, no matter how outsiders studied these scriptures, they could not make heads or tails of them.
They might even be tainted by the evil true meaning and wondrous existence of true emptiness within the scriptures,