At this time, Mingzhu knelt down on the futon three feet away from Master Yuantong and chanted: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, I have been practicing the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time. I see that all the five aggregates are empty..."
Master Yuantong is sitting cross-legged on the futon at the top, wearing a bright red cassock, with white beard and eyebrows, and plump cheeks. He closed his eyes and slowly held a string of Bodhi Buddha beads in his hand.
"Pearl, what are the five aggregates?"
" Form, thought, feeling, formation, and consciousness are the five aggregates."
"The five aggregates are all empty. How can we talk about this emptiness?"
Mingzhu put down the wooden fish in his hand and answered calmly: "Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. Color is the appearance of all things in the world. Whatever the eyes see, the ears hear, the nose smells, the tongue speaks, and the body touches, they are all Color. All things in the world are always changing, and impermanence creates false views. Often what the world thinks is true is actually false. Therefore, color is empty. "
Master Yuantong suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were piercing and clear, as if he wanted to see through a person's internal organs and lungs. He stared at the pearl for a while, then slowly closed it: "Tomorrow, Lao Na will go out to travel, so you can go through your own calamity."
"Master..."
"No need to say more. Just remember, ten feet of the world of mortals can be broken, but it can't be broken. It's just between obsessions. Everything is in vain. It's better to let go."
"Disciple, please remember." Mingzhu stood up, bowed and left.
"Idiot..." Yuantong opened his eyes, looked at Mingzhu's back, and sighed.