My Monk's Nickname: The Wine-and-Meat Ji Gong

Abbot: Can you teach me some Buddhist magic?

Daoji: Your six senses aren't even pure, and you dare to talk about supernatural powers? You really don't know how high the heavens are

Abbot: I'm still a virgin. How are my six senses impure?

Daoji: Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. Think about it. Think carefully! Buddhist cultivation isn't about abstaining from speech or the body, but cultivating the heart!

Guang Liang sneered: "Buddhist magic is vast and boundless. With sophistry like that, you'll easily stray from the right path in your cultivation. The Buddhist sect needs purity. Shouldn't you explain things with the nuns next door at the convent?"

Daoji: "Buddha is compassionate. Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. You see them as nuns, but in my heart they're simply female devotees! Think about it. Think carefully! Hahaha!"

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