He doesn't feel there's something that can or cannot be said, only if he wants to say it or not, and whether he should say it. He is able to pick it up because he has already put it down.
Xiaowei is surprised and curious; it turns out her master was like that when he was young, not perfect.
"Master, does this count as breaking your vow?"
Puji said, "It didn't count at that time, but now that I've spoken of it, it does."
But such breaking of vows would not trouble his heart at all, let alone cause a reversal in cultivation. His spirit is like the sea; how could a tossed stone cause the great ocean to lose control?
He is unafraid to recount that past incident; even as a Bodhisattva, he was once ordinary, having human desires and emotions.
"Oh." Xiaowei felt guilty and stirred, thinking it was she who made her master break his vow.
"Ming Ling, love is not a sin. If you become troubled by it, giving rise to anger and foolishness, only then does it become something bad." Puji said.
