The sound of wheels in his ears made Zen Master Hui Ji close his eyes and recite a scripture. "Amitabha. The heart is formless. A person's appearance will change according to the good and evil of the heart. With a thought, one will be foolish, and with a thought, one will be wise. Protect your true heart, and in an instant, it will be eternal. You can't say that you're comprehending the words of Buddha. You have to walk the path of Buddha…"
Zhou Linghuai left the meditation room. The Buddhist scripture was still echoing in his ear. His gaze was deep. In the distance, the wishing Bodhi tree cover was like a cloud, and the red wishing silk on it fluttered in the wind.
