Xia Wenjin stopped and turned her head, only to see a monk in white standing under a tree. He appeared to be in his sixties, with white eyebrows and a white beard, a kind and gentle demeanor. If not for the bald head, he could have stepped out of a painting as the Longevity Immortal.
Xia Wenjin said, "Master, a person detached from worldly affairs, also appreciates the scenery?"
The old monk in white slightly raised his white eyebrows, seemingly smiling, yet his dignified and compassionate appearance made him look all the more kind as he said, "The secular world makes no distinctions between inside and outside, nor does the mundane differentiate between high and low. The wind on the face is felt, the moonlight is seen, it happens naturally without preconceived notions!"
Xia Wenjin raised an eyebrow, her eyes like stars became even brighter. She blinked and said, "I've heard that in Buddhism, form is emptiness, and emptiness is form; everything is emptiness. Where is the scenery?"
