The old monk's words were close to Sanskrit script. Not to mention that Xiao Hua was not here; even if he had been standing right there, he absolutely would not have been able to hear them clearly.
After the old monk finished kowtowing, he trembled as he walked out of the main hall and entered a small room. The room was exceedingly simple, containing only several rather old wooden cabinets. Feeling his way about, the old monk took out a blackened wooden box from one of the cabinets. When he opened it, there were more than ten compartments inside. Most of them were already empty, with only a few thumb-sized dark beads remaining in the bottom compartments. The old monk extended a withered finger and took out one black bead, slowly bringing it to his lips. Yet after hesitating for a moment, he put it back into its compartment. His cloudy gaze seemed fixed upon some point in the air. After pausing for a moment, he picked up the bead again... After several such rounds, the old monk finally returned the bead to its compartment and said in a trembling whisper, "Namo Maitreya Buddha, this disciple begs the Buddha Ancestor's forgiveness!"
As he spoke, he closed the wooden box, put it back into the cabinet, and slowly walked out of the small room.
Xiao Hua naturally did not know that the Tantric Sect had always multiplied and lived upon the Great Snow Mountain. Their environment was bitterly cold, and for the propagation of Buddhist disciples and the unceasing continuation of the Buddhist Dharma, they naturally could not forbid meat and marriage. If Xiao Hua wished to refine his Buddhist Sect cultivation technique and attain the Buddhahood fruit of the Future Buddha Lord, it seemed that only by shaving his head