After Dipamkara said this, he realized that the expert did not say anything.
He thought that he was not sincere enough, so he immediately said,
"Little Lamp is very sincere. Please shave my head for me, Senior!”
Du Zhong thought that since the old man was devoted to Buddhism, he would comply with the will of heaven and fulfill his wish.
Anyway, it was nothing serious. It was just a shave.
Moreover, this old man was already bald and did not have much hair on his head.
If he didn't do as he was told, he would have to kneel down again later. Wouldn't that be a reduction in his lifespan?
Wasn't it just a shave…
Du Zhong sighed, then replied, not knowing whether to laugh or cry,"
"Alright, since you insist, I'll fulfill your wish.”
Dipamkara put his palms together and knelt on the ground, facing Du Zhong.
"Praise you, great guide.”
However, his voice was too soft. Du Zhong went to the kitchen to find a knife, so he did not hear it.
After a while, he walked in with a slightly rusty knife.
The kitchen knife used for cooking definitely could not be used to shave one's head. Du Zhong was a little disgusted with the head of the lamp.
Therefore, he found a small knife. Although it looked rusty, it was a product of the system.
Every time a skill was used 100,000 times and reached the pinnacle, the system would also symbolically reward him with a life tool.
Kitchen knives, scales, copper cauldrons, mortars, iron boats, medicine jars, and so on…
Although they weren't very good, they were all of different types and had all the five internal organs.
He picked up the rusty old knife and tested his hair.
However, as soon as he put it on, the wind blew and a strand of hair broke into two.
" Blowing off my hair…This is…"
Du Zhong was very surprised. He didn't expect there to be a sharp old knife at home.
He glanced at Dipamkara and thought," The other party looks like he has long eyebrows and white hair. He's actually called Little Lamp."
Sigh, young old man!
"Old man, don't move. I'll shave your head for you, but let's make this clear first. Once this hair falls to the ground, it won't be able to be reattached!”
Dipamkara put his palms together and kept muttering something. No one knew what he was muttering.
When he heard Du Zhong's words, he thought that he was testing his Buddhist heart.
He opened his eyes and said,"
"Little Lamp's heart is very firm. I've already understood and awakened. Senior, please help me shave my hair.”
Dipamkara didn't say anything else after saying this. He closed his eyes and began to mutter something again.
Since he had said so, he would shave his head.
Thinking of this, Du Zhong held the knife in his hand and slowly shaved.
The blade was very sharp, and the hair broke.
Du Zhong suddenly realized that the other party was so cautious in asking for a shave.
Then he couldn't be too childish and give others the feeling that he was putting on a show.
Before he transmigrated, he had seen videos of monks shaving their heads, but he had mostly forgotten about it.
However, if he forgot, he would just make it up. What was so difficult about that?
"I shaved your hair today and told you to return three times.”
Dipamkara quickly replied,
"I sincerely convert!"
After shaving a few more times, Du Zhong continued,
"From now on, you will do your best to swear to be a teacher, to learn the Buddhist Dharma, and to be a Buddhist child.”
Dipamkara quickly said,
"My body has reached the end of its lifespan. Today, I return to the Dao, to the law, to the Buddha.”
After a few slashes, Dipamkara's head was clean and shiny.
His two long eyebrows rested on his shoulders, giving him the look of a Buddha.
Du Zhong was slightly stunned when he saw this outfit.
However, he was relieved that he had shaved his head.
If they had met him anywhere else, they would have thought that he was an accomplished monk.
However, he felt that something was missing. It was missing that taste.
Oh right, the scar.
Du Zhong thought about it and realized that there were nine scars missing from the other party's head.
However, it was a little overboard to use the incense stick to burn it.
He was an old man, and life was not easy for him.
He came to touch the porcelain, but he was tricked by him and shaved his head.
Thinking of this, he picked up the brush and dipped it in some ink.
He pointed nine big black dots on the other party's head.
Du Zhong looked at his results and was very satisfied.
Now, the old man's attire really looked like Buddha.
Dipamkara knew that he had finished shaving his head when he saw the smile on the master's face.
He clasped his hands and bowed.
"Senior, please give me your name. I will remember it.”
Du Zhong waved his hand nonchalantly.
"You don't have to be so polite. My name is Du Zhong, so there's no need to call me senior.”
Dipamkara nodded and memorized the name.
Then, he took out a ruler and said,
"Now that Little Lamp has converted, this item is useless. I'll give it to Senior as a memento.”
Dipamkara felt his heart ache when he took out the ruler. It was a superior-grade primordial spirit treasure called the Heaven-measuring Ruler.
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