"Everything in this world possesses a heart, whether it be a living creature or a withered tree. If one can harbor compassion within and use the heart to perceive the world and sense all things, why obsess over whether what the ears hear sounds like human speech?"
Old Monk Jingchen pressed his palms together, his eyes slightly closed and his demeanor composed. An ethereal aura radiated from his entire body, as if nothing in the outside world could disturb the peace within his heart.
Even when faced with such crude and rude remarks from Chen Xiaofei, he maintained his unruffled composure, not even the slightest trace of annoyance appearing on his face.
Chapter 417