"What a pity that back when the Great Flood reached this place, Martial Uncle Cijue also happened to enter Nirvana, and everyone was overwhelmed with their own struggles..."
As he spoke of this sorrow, he seemed to recall the harrowing scenes of the Great Flood in those days, his expression darkening momentarily.
Upon hearing this, Wang Ba could not help but feel a sense of wistful yearning.
The Wuzhe Assembly was not about wearing no clothes, but about discarding all concerns and passionately debating one's own perspectives. Here, no one cared about the rightness or wrongness of what was said, only the joy of speaking one's mind freely, without fear of punishment or recrimination.
Monk Kings would sit and discuss the Dharma alongside laymen and ordinary monks. This reflected the openness and peaceful atmosphere of this place in the past.
