Yan Qianlie's expression twitched as he listened. He did not know how to describe the feeling.
In terms of Buddhist philosophy, the old monk's words were certainly meaningful.
But in practical terms, the Bodhi Wonder Tree in your temple was a supreme treasure from the Heavenly Realm. If you dug it up and gave it to me, would another tree planted in its place be a supreme treasure too?
Then you could wholesale supreme treasures.
He said nothing, watching the monk beside Dabei leave, waiting to see whether he really went to dig up the tree. If he did not, how would the old monk explain himself? If he did, would none of the many senior monks gathered in the hall object?
Had they all attained enlightenment and become Buddhas?
If you were really that sweet, I would not even ask for your Bodhi Wonder Tree. Just give me the Earth-Core Lotus Seat. It was far lower in grade.
As though he knew what Yan Qianlie was thinking, Dabei leisurely lit a stick of Sandalwood Incense and softly invoked the Buddha's name. "Amitabha. Please wait, benefactor. They will need some time to dig up the tree."
Yan Qianlie: "..."
He could not help asking, "You're really giving it to me for nothing? You don't want anything else?"
Dabei smiled. "Your heart turning toward the Buddha is the best thing you could offer in exchange. If one day you attain Buddhahood on the spot, why would our humble temple begrudge a mere tree?"
Yan Qianlie thought this was far too phony. Could this bald bastard have some scheme waiting behind it? Or had he simply noticed the Heavenly Dao beside him and was deliberately currying favor?
He deliberately asked, "You want to deliver me?"
"You possess Buddha-nature, benefactor. The Buddha delivers