Mr. Su Bai stood up and patted the Young Novice Monk's shaved head, "Mr. Gang gave you money, why didn't you take it? Actually, if you took their money, they would have felt more at ease."
"Amitabh, a meal, a sutra, a karma; the monk ate the meal, recited the sutra, and thus karma is settled. The monk feels there's no need to add more karma."
The Young Novice Monk was still seriously responding to Mr. Su Bai, and at the same time, he kept staring into Mr. Su Bai's eyes.
In Mr. Su Bai's view, this small tumbler monk had the roots of wisdom. He had his own perseverance, seemingly foolish but even more precious. After all, to be a monk is to treasure the principle of great wisdom resembling foolishness.
"Karma?" Mr. Su Bai smiled and flicked the Young Novice Monk's bald head, "You little brat, what do you know about karma."
