"You all think this way too!?"
"Do you feel that my presence is too aloof?"
Upon hearing Li Jing's words, whether it was Zen Master Da Yu, the middle-aged monk, or the other monks, all were frightened to the point of prostrating on the ground, scarcely daring to breathe.
After a long while, Li Jing then said: "Just now, I looked with the Buddha's eye!"
"What you said is still not accurate; the monks in the temple use three stones and five bushels every day!"
"This amount of provisions can sustain a family of three for ten days!"
"The oil used in the temple amounts to a large vat and three small barrels, enough for a family of three to use for several years!"
"The fabrics and candles offered outside are piled up like mountains, all squeezed from the toil of the common people, many of whom scrimp and save, with some even begging with their broken bodies."
