My understanding of Buddha’s teachings does not even compare to that of the old nun with a simple brushstroke, and not even a fraction of what the Buddha embodies?
How can one claim to be unique in the world without stepping outside, and how can a frog at the bottom of a well be the best in the world?
What invincibility do I possess, and what uniqueness? It is all just the ungrounded wishful thinking of an ordinary woman.
Gu Wen had fallen for deception before, and there was no anger in his eyes as he said, “Master, I have learned greatly.”
The old nun shook her head, saying, “I cannot accept such praise. I am but an ordinary person, while you, esteemed one, have transcended.”
Eight hundred years ago, the old nun had heard tales of a prodigious figure, a peerless genius renowned for achieving a perfect circular path.
She often heard her taciturn disciple speak of how an ordinary person could defeat all the talents of the world step by step.
Starting from humble beginnings, this was no trivial matter.
Now, thinking back, that person should have already ascended to immortality—a young immortal under a thousand years, destined to become a heavenly figure in the future.
“What are the Buddha's teachings like in comparison to mine?”
Gu Wen, knowing his lack of understanding, was eager to learn more.