"Senior Brother Miao Chen, you'd better finish your tea first!" Xiao Hua said with a smile. "Otherwise, once this little monk says it, Senior Brother will spray tea again!"
Miao Chen froze briefly and hurried to swallow the tea, but just as he was about to gulp it down, understanding suddenly dawned on him. "Pfft..." Exactly as Xiao Hua had expected, Miao Chen sprayed out his tea again. In a voice filled with utter disbelief, he cried, "You... what did you say? Ci Hui... Ci Hui attained the Bodhisattva Fruit? The bells of ten thousand temples rang for his attainment?"
Xiao Hua smiled and shook his head. With a wave of his hand, the spray of water filling the air gathered into his palm. Then, with a flick of his finger, the droplets flew back out of the meditation room. Xiao Hua's voice rang out 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..." As soon as the words left his mouth, Miao Chen immediately understood. Ci Hui was now Manjushri Bodhisattva of Thunder Sound Temple—how could he still be someone Miao Chen could casually discuss? He hurriedly pressed his palms together and said, "Amitabha, Namo Great Wisdom Manjushri Bodhisattva. Forgive this disciple's sin of grave disrespect."
"Amitabha, so that was it!" Old Monk Yongzhong proclaimed the Buddha's name and sighed softly. "No wonder the abbot seemed to have aged a hundred years. Back then, the abbot debated the Dharma with Ci Hui and even praised him for possessing profound wisdom roots, calling him one of the rarest younger disciples in our Pure Land World. Who could have imagined that only a few years later, he would attain