"Brother!"
"What's this?"
Staring at the slightly verdigris oil lamp in Li Jing's hand, the little girl couldn't help but be stunned and asked with a face full of curiosity.
"It's the Ancient Bronze Oil Lamp!"
"It's a treasure left by Amitabha Buddha on the ancient star of Yinghuo."
"Because it lacks a wick, it has not been lit!"
"Recently while meditating on the peak of Snow Mountain, I had a sudden insight, which is why I took it out!"
Hearing Li Jing's words, the little girl's eyes shone brighter, and she instinctively asked further: "What insight?"
Li Jing first looked at the little girl with amusement and then said with a smile: "This lamp is not without a wick!"
"It needs the heart!"
"What, what are you talking about?!"
Listening to Li Jing's words that seemed casual yet full of Zen mystery, the little girl felt a bit confused, but she was smart enough not to say more. In her heart, her brother was everything.
"Don't worry, you will understand soon!"
