"Senior Brother Miao Chen, you'd better finish your tea first," Xiao Hua said with a smile. "Otherwise, once this little monk tells you, Senior Brother will spray tea again!"
Miao Chen froze for a moment and hurriedly tried to swallow the tea. But just as he was about to gulp it down, understanding suddenly dawned on him. "Pfft..." Just as Xiao Hua had expected, the tea in Miao Chen's mouth sprayed out again. In a voice of utter disbelief, Miao Chen cried, "Y-you said what? Ci Hui... Ci Hui attained the Bodhisattva Fruit? Th-this bell of ten thousand temples ringing for the Buddha fruit was sounded for him?"
Xiao Hua smiled and shook his head. With a wave of his hand, the droplets filling the air fell into his palm. With a flick of his finger, the water droplets flew back out of the meditation room. Xiao Hua's voice sounded calmly. "That's right. Senior Brother Ci Hui attained fruition. I heard it was the Buddha fruit of Manjushri Bodhisattva of Great Wisdom!"
"Damn it! How could that be? That little monk..." At this point, Miao Chen immediately came to his senses. Ci Hui was now Manjushri Bodhisattva of Thunder Sound Temple—how could he still be someone Miao Chen could discuss so casually? He hurriedly pressed his palms together again. "Amitabha. Namo Great Wisdom Manjushri Bodhisattva, forgive this disciple's sin of great disrespect."
"Amitabha, so that was it!" Old Monk Yongzhong proclaimed the Buddhist name and sighed softly. "No wonder the abbot looks as though he has aged a hundred years. Back then, the abbot debated the Dharma with Ci Hui and even praised him for having profound wisdom roots, calling him a rare younger disciple of our Pure Land World. Who could have imagined that in just a few years,