Chapter 952 (1/2)

”Benefactor, you are in the way!”

The old Lama is an old man with wrinkles and age spots on his face. He is wearing a bright red Lama suit and holding a broom in his hand. He is sweeping the ground. Looking at his clothes, he is only the lowest Lama in the Potala Palace. When he heard Ding Ning's answer, his muddy old eyes looked at him, and then pointed to his feet with the broom to indicate that he is not standing in a place, In the way of his sweeping.

”Is it in the way or the wrong way?”

There was no sign of spiritual power flowing all over his body. He was just an ordinary old Lama and an ordinary sweeping monk. But if he was ordinary, it was like a bolt from the blue, which made Ding Ning tremble all over.

”There is no right or wrong way. It also depends on how people go. Standing here like you now, it's easy to block other people's way.”

The old Lama said with deep meaning.

Ding Ning asked, ”what is Tao?”

”There is no Tao in the world, but when more people go, it will naturally become a Tao.”

The old Lama replied without raising his head.

”What's your way?”

”Since I was eight years old, I have swept the steps here every morning and evening. Whether it's wind and rain, thunder and lightning, I've never stopped for 70 years. I know every step and texture here like the back of my hand. This is my way.”

”What is my way?”

Ding Ning lowered his head and whispered to himself, but he didn't hear an answer for a long time. He subconsciously looked up and saw that there was no trace of the old Lama.

When did you leave?

Ding Ning blinked in confusion. Suddenly he saw a young Lama cleaning the steps. He immediately went up and asked, ”master, please ask, where is the teacher who swept the floor here just now?”

”What sweeping teacher? Zabu and I have always been responsible for cleaning here.”

The young Lama blinked suspiciously and pointed to the Lama a few years older sweeping the floor on the other side, indicating that it was zabu.

”It's impossible. Just now there was an old Lama sweeping the floor here and talking to me.”

Ding Ning was so surprised that he grabbed his wrist and said.

”Benefactor, you have been standing here in a daze for more than half an hour and talking to yourself there. Where is the old Lama!”

The young Lama hurriedly broke away from his hand and looked at him with nervous vigilance.

”Ah!”

Ding Ning was surprised and asked in a slow voice: ”don't you have an old Lama in charge of sweeping the floor in the Potala Palace? He just told me that he has been sweeping the floor here for 70 years.”

”Are you crazy? Nonsense? I'm timid. Don't scare me. Here are all our young lamas sweeping the floor. Where did the old lamas come from? Just go quickly if you have nothing to do. It's getting dark. Don't make trouble here!”

The young Lama's courage seemed really small. With his dark face red from the plateau, he rose red and shouted angrily.

”Sanger, what's the matter?”

Zabu heard the roar of the young Lama and quickly walked over and asked.

”Elder martial brother zabu, this man is insane. It's clear that no one has come here for a long time. He insisted that an old Lama was sweeping the floor and chatting with him just now.”

Sanger complained to zabu like a wronged child: ”he also scared me that the old Lama has been sweeping the floor here for 70 years.”

Zab's eyes suddenly changed, but soon recovered calm. Sanger didn't find it, but he didn't escape Ding Ning's eyes. It seems that Zab knows something.

”Benefactor, it's getting late. We're going to close the temple door. It's hard to go down the mountain later. Please go back!”

Zabu bowed slightly. Although his tone was very polite, he ordered him to leave.

Ding Ning took a deep look at him, and a smile floated around his mouth: ”OK, I won't disturb you. I'll visit the Potala Palace another day.”

With that, Ding Ning turned and left without hesitation, but God consciousness noticed that zabu seemed to be a little relieved.

”Elder martial brother zabu, when do you think we can practice Buddhism? We just sweep the floor all day. We're bored to death.”

Sanger was relieved to see that dingning, a psychopath, had not been entangled, and whispered to zabu.

”What's wrong with sweeping the floor? Sweeping the floor is also a kind of practice. Your understanding of Buddhism is still too simple.”

Zab whispered and gently taught.

”What kind of practice is sweeping the floor? You know how to fool me.”