The old Monk picked up the paper and quickly scanned through it.
"Looking through books in the Scripture Pavilion?"
Liang Qu scratched his head and chuckled, "Found a 'Mahākarma Ocean Viewpoint', I wanted to find a Cultivation Technique for Fatty and the rest. The little one has answered several times, all wrong. Can't figure out a train of thought."
"Fetch paper and pen."
Liang Qu hurriedly added water, grinding the ink stick, and presented the pen with both hands.
The candlelight flickered dimly.
Question one.
"Have you, as a fish, ever seen tears in the eyes of your kin in the net?"
The old Monk splattered ink and waved his brush elegantly.
"The past scales have become today's Kasaya, tears in the net are the ocean of all sentient beings. The beings I ferry across are neither enemies nor grudges, they're those drowning in the fisherman's greed, anger, and ignorance."
A light shone in Liang Qu's eyes.
Finished writing.