"Could it be that this old monk has truly taken the wrong path?"
The old monk revealed a mouthful of white teeth, seeming to not care at all.
Yibai saw the loneliness in the monk's figure.
He had no answer.
He was a demon—how could he answer what a Bodhisattva is?
"Does the donor know this old monk's dharma name?"
The old monk asked.
"How could I know?"
Yibai shook his head in response.
"My dharma name is Dao Chan. The Abbot chose this name for me, with the intention that I should not be disturbed by the mortal world and should concentrate on meditative enlightenment."
The old monk patiently explained to Yibai.
"Master Daochan, is there only one Bodhisattva in the Buddhist Sect?"
Yibai asked, curled up to one side.
"Of course not."
The old monk was stunned for a moment.
"Then, are all Bodhisattvas exactly the same?"
"There are myriad Bodhisattvas, each with a different dharma appearance."