Bai Bao nodded, "Your comprehension is good."
"Abbot Xuanmou, vested with the innate Buddha fruit, his Buddhist teachings and martial arts cultivate the heavens; he is the physical Buddha of the present world.
The one he prophesies as the future representative shall be the one who can inherit his Buddha fruit.
If you are appointed, then you are the future representative."
He showed a troubled expression:
"...This seems overly idealistic; what if the Abbot shows favoritism..."
"When the Abbot's heart moves, the wind and flag will move."
Then, in deep thought, he asked with gritted teeth:
"If I achieve the Buddha fruit underneath the Longhua Tree without the Abbot's appointment,
I dare ask, Master, what should be done then?"
At Meng Chuan's presumptuous words, not only did Bai Bao not blame him, but admired him even more.
Meng Chuan's remark was about his own agency.
If I can make all the wind flags move, then what?"
Bai Bao took a sip of tea, still warm at this time.
