Seeing the profound confusion in Xiao Hua's eyes, Cihui smiled. "Little monk, the affairs of this world cannot always be understood too clearly. If you weigh everything too thoroughly, nothing can be done! This poor monk only knows that he is a disciple of the Buddhist school and has no interest whatsoever in those so-called immortal artifacts. Fellow Immortal Xin invited this poor monk here only to help her break an array. This poor monk truly does not wish to ask about anything else!"
"The problem is..." Xiao Hua was somewhat exasperated. "Why did Master have to drag... this little monk along? This little monk still wants to cultivate bitterly within the temple!"
In his anxiety, Xiao Hua had nearly blurted out "this Xiao."
Cihui remained unhurried and said calmly, "Is that truly little monk's plan? Why does this poor monk feel that you are not a disciple of the Buddhist school capable of cultivating with a tranquil heart?"
"Then tell me, what should a disciple of the Buddhist school who cultivates with a tranquil heart look like?" Xiao Hua rolled his eyes and retorted irritably.
"At the very least, he should respectfully address those of higher seniority as Senior. At the very least, he should humbly ask others about things he does not understand. At the very least, he should grow accustomed to meditating and chanting sutras beneath the ancient Buddha and the blue lamp..."
Before Cihui could finish, Xiao Hua waved his hand. "Senior, isn't it merely one word, Senior? What is so difficult about it? Before this little monk entered Buddhism, I called plenty of others Senior."
"Since you have left the secular world, be less impetuous and more composed; doubt less and trust more!" Cihui smiled in great satisfaction. "Since you are a disciple of the