The kettle on the tea stove was gurgling, sending out thin wisps of white steam.
As Master Huiming's voice fell, the guest hall sank into a brief silence.
The old monk picked up the teacup before him; after recounting that heavy history, he used the act of lowering his head to drink tea to calm his surging emotions.
Cheng Jiashu also drew back his expression, no longer as slack as before, and said with genuine admiration:
"The entire temple, everyone including the abbot, all sacrificed themselves just to stop a Demon God from descending—that's vicious enough…"
Master Huiming set down his teacup and sighed deeply:
"The Buddhist path often speaks of holding compassion in one's heart; yet when a hundred demons dance in chaos, that compassion becomes an Angry-eyed Vajra, sacrificing body to feed tiger."
Fang Cheng thought for a moment and voiced his understanding:
