Bodhi is not a tree, and a mirror is not a stand.
Scarlet cassock, scarlet sandalwood rosary. The monk sat quietly in the middle of the lotus pond, meditating with his eyes closed. In the clear pool of clear water, thousands of lotus lanterns float and flow.
Fragrant mist lingers and colorful clouds float by.
Beside the pool, an old monk looked at the people in the pool for a long time. Finally, he shook his head and called over the young monk who was meditating in the green lotus pond.
"Lingkong, the past life has not been broken, how can you truly realize my Buddha with such reluctance." After saying that, he turned and left.
The young monk bowed slightly and saluted. After sending away the old monk who was persuading him, he raised his head and stared at the colorful lotus platform in the center of the lotus pond in trance.
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