Alive
In the temple, the monk looked dumb.
When he raised his head to look at Ye Bei, for a while, he was speechless.
He thought that since he had practiced for so many samsara, since he had meditated for so many years, regardless of cultivation level or knowledge, there had been many advancements.
But now, he faintly understood that the gap between himself and Ye Bei still could not reach the point of leaping.
"Everyone in the world calls me the Living Buddha, but they don't know that in the knowledge of the Living Buddha, there is also you, Donor! When it comes to Buddha, this poor monk is probably weaker than Donor…" After a while, the monk shook his head and sighed.
"You've been in the reincarnation for so long, can you tell me anything?" After Ye Bei saw that this monk was convinced, he directly asked him this.
"Longevity? Or fate?"
Then the monk stretched out his hand and picked up the wooden fish placed in front of him.