"This time... the entire temple, even the eminent monks and abbots who came upon hearing the news, were baffled! They had no idea why the Bodhisattva had flicked his sleeves and left!"
"After the monks gathered together the words written in the Buddha's heart, they pieced them into a poem that was neither fish nor fowl."
"Oh? What poem?" Xiao Hua asked with great interest.
"Fearful that sweeping might harm an ant's life, he cherished moths and shielded the lamp with gauze. Human lives were no heavier than ants and moths, while the Buddha's heart was lighter than plain porridge. Were it not for Misty Like Immortal Robe, a beggar would have laid down his life before the Buddha."
"Then... everyone understood that it concerned the porridge distribution. When the abbot summoned the monk who had distributed the porridge and questioned him, his face turned ashen, while all the monks present sank into gloom." Fu Zhiwen smiled. "The precise ending of the matter was not passed down, but the name Misty Like Immortal Robe became famous throughout Cangxian Continent! Misty Like Immortal Robe had originally not been among the Ten Great Artifact Controls, but after this incident, someone deliberately included it among them."
"Hehe..." Xiao Hua clapped his hands. "It seems every artifact control has a story worth savoring! But Young Master Fu, do you know? There truly are people in this world who distribute porridge every day for decades without pause. Though they themselves are often hungry, they have never once stopped!"
"How could that be!" Fu Zhiwen frowned slightly and asked in surprise, "Which temple's eminent monk is this? I hope Fellow Daoist Xiao can enlighten me. When I have the time, I shall pay him a visit!"
"Hahaha..." Xiao Hua laughed heartily, looking to be in an