"Venerable Dipankara, are you joking?"
Great Roc walked out of the room and asked.
"Do I look like someone who jokes around?"
"There are too many scriptures in that chest! Even copying them once would take me a long time, let alone a hundred times!"
"There aren't that many scriptures in the chest, only a few hundred at most," Dipankara Buddha said with a smile.
A few hundred? And that was supposedly not much?
"This is only your first time copying scriptures. If you continue cultivating with me in the future, you'll have to copy at least two large chests of scriptures each time. And then it won't be a hundred times—it'll be three hundred times," Dipankara Buddha added.
Great Roc's legs went weak, and he slumped onto a nearby stool, his eyes vacant. Rather than copy that many scriptures, he might as well die.
"Venerable Dipankara, when I cultivated under you back then, you never made me copy this much. Why are you doing this now? Are you taking revenge on me?" Great Roc asked.
"Yes, I am taking revenge on you."
Great Roc: "..."
"Back then, your strength wasn't particularly great, and you were essentially starting from scratch. With my guidance, your foundation would have become more stable. But so many years have passed, and your strength has improved considerably. If I were to guide you now, your progress would be much slower. You must copy this many scriptures to become more firmly grounded," Dipankara Buddha said to Great Roc.
In truth, the most important thing was cultivating one's temperament. If your temperament was lacking, even the best master would find it difficult to raise you to a very high level.
Even if they truly raised you to that level, your foundation would still be unstable and could