Chapter 62 I, Xu Bai, Have No Wisdom

In the dim room, only the oil lamp flickered continuously, and the interweaving of light and shadow added a bit of atmosphere.

"Donor, do you know what Buddha is?" Wuhua asked after turning the first page.

Xu Bai sat opposite Wuhua, put his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, stared at Wuhua's forehead, pretending to look into Wuhua's eyes.

"I don't know."

The progress bar was rising slowly, which was very refreshing to watch.

"Then do you know the purpose of the Buddhist sect?" Wuhua asked again.

"I don't know either." Xu Bai stared at him.

Wuhua was speechless: "Donor, you have been walking in this world, haven't you heard of it? Even a word is fine."

He has never explained the Buddhist scriptures to others. According to his current qualifications, he really can't explain the Buddhist scriptures to others.

Although he has received much attention in the Vajra Temple, he has not been in the temple for a long time, so how can he have that qualification.

In the words of his master, he is a young man himself, so why should he mislead the students?

But there was no way, he lost the bet, and the other party didn't care whether he had the so-called qualifications, so he started to tell Xu Bai according to what his master had explained before.

At that time, his master asked him these two questions, and he answered them one by one, and finally got beaten.

"Stupid, if you don't know, you don't know, what's the point of forcing an answer?" This is what his master said at the time.

According to common sense, even if Xu Bai didn't understand it, he would have heard about it, but now Xu Bai said he didn't know.

"If I know, I don't need you to tell me, isn't it better for me to teach you instead?" Xu Bai said.

Although he was talking, his eyes didn't leave the progress bar.

At this time, Wuhua finally felt something was wrong.

At first he thought that he was talking to his eyes, but after so long, he realized that the other party's eyes were above his eyes, that was his head.

Wuhua reached out and touched his head, and asked: "Donor, are you interested in my head?"

"Your master put that scar on your head, right?" Xu Bai asked.

Up to now, he has gradually figured out some rules of the golden finger. For example, there is nothing wrong with Wuhua's head now, except for the scars on the top of his head.

It is very likely that the scars trigger the progress bar.

"This... I did it myself, and it is also the rule of the Vajra Temple." Wuhua touched his bald head and explained: "The Vajra Temple uses Buddhism to condense the Buddha's light to protect the body. After entering the temple, I did nine scars on my head. The deeper the Buddhism, the faster it disappears. I am stupid. After so long, I haven't eliminated one."

As he said, Wuhua bowed his head in shame.

When Xu Bai heard this, his eyes lit up, like a lonely lamp in the dark night.

If the progress bar is as he guessed, the quality of the skills obtained is closely related to the things observed, then if he can go to the Vajra Temple...

Wouldn't it be a big fortune?

When he thought of the bald heads all over the temple, he had the idea of ​​practice.

"No, it should be more stable." Xu Bai said secretly.

Now there is a legitimate reason to listen to Buddhist scriptures.

If he really wants to grind the purity bar at the Vajra Temple, he will have to stare at the bald head every day. If he is discovered by then, it will not be good for him.

"Let's finish this first." After Xu Bai made up his mind, he stared at Wuhua's head again.

Wuhua seemed to have thought of something and said something unexpected: "If the donor wants to enter my Vajra Temple and cut off the troubles, I can introduce you."

He could feel that Xu Bai's eyes were full of enthusiasm and even excitement.

He also remembered his previous guess about Xu Bai, thinking that Xu Bai was a person who yearned for Buddhism. Combined with the current situation, he thought Xu Bai wanted to become a monk.

In short, he thought wrong again.

Xu Bai coughed and continued with Wuhua's words: "If there is a chance, I would like to go in and take a look, but it is better to stay in the world now."

"Alas, as long as the donor is devoted to Buddhism, he is practicing at any time and in any place." Wuhua chanted the Buddha's name, knowing that everyone has their own difficulties, and sighed: "Let's continue."

Xu Bai nodded and raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

In the room, only the light of the oil lamp was flickering, and Wuhua's explanation of the Buddhist scriptures began.

As Wuhua said, the Buddhist scriptures he talked about were not secrets, they were all ordinary Buddhist scriptures.

During the whole process, Wuhua talked very seriously and in detail, and asked Xu Bai from time to time if he understood.

In this regard, Xu Bai really listened seriously, but he really didn't understand.

Staring at the progress bar is very boring. Xu Bai feels that every time he grinds the progress bar, it is boring and plain. So now listening to Wuhua talking about the Buddhist scriptures while grinding the progress bar, time passes quite quickly.

In a blink of an eye, the night passed.

The sky was dimly lit, and it was almost dawn.

"That's all for today. I'll come back in the evening." Xu Bai said.

This was already a violation of the rules he had set before.

I said before that I would not stay up late and always keep myself in the best condition.

But there are also times, such as now.

He didn't want to stay in Liu's house in the daytime. If he came at night, there would be fewer people here and he could avoid unnecessary trouble.

Wuhua heard Xu Bai's words and knew that Xu Bai was leaving. He nodded expressionlessly.

Soon, Xu Bai left the room and climbed over the wall, leaving Wuhua with a numb face.

Wuhua felt that he wanted to take back his thoughts that night.

At first, he thought that Xu Bai was a person who was devoted to Buddhism and had wisdom.

But after a night of explanation, he admitted that he was wrong.

- No wisdom, not even a trace!

He talked all night, but Xu Bai didn't understand even half of it.

That night, Xu Bai stared at his head with a very strange look.

Wuhua defined this look as envy.

"Perhaps... if it weren't for the troubles of the world, the donor would really become a monk."

That look was so eager that it seemed as if he wanted to shave his head immediately and find a temple to become a Buddha.

"What a pity, after all, he has no wisdom." Wuhua clasped his hands together and said to himself, with a tone of admiration: "Even people without wisdom can work hard to improve themselves. Wuhua, Wuhua, you should also follow this donor."

These days, people who are not afraid of hard work are afraid of people who are better and harder than you.

In Wuhua's opinion, Xu Bai is good enough. The amazing knife still makes Wuhua feel endless aftertaste.

It is such a person who is also working hard to learn Buddhism.

"I really didn't make a mistake in him. I guess donor Liu has the same idea as me. No, after I finish talking about Buddhism, I must bring him in." Wuhua thought secretly.

At this time, Xu Bai, who didn't know that he had been imagined as an excellent person, had returned to the escort agency.

...

The escort agency is still the same, but the escorts are more motivated than before.

The reason is nothing else, it is because of the bag of silver in the Lin Mansion.