In the quiet temple, the door was tightly shut.
There were a few light muslin veils hanging in the room, which moved without any wind.
On the futon, the handsome white-robed monk slowly opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to contain countless divine lights, and it was difficult to describe the depth of his eyes.
But on second look, he suddenly felt that he was not normal, as if he was just a monk with a gentle gaze. The spiritual aura was instantly withdrawn to who knows where.
"Master, don't worry about me."
He spoke slowly, his voice warm and pleasant.
"You're right, but how can I not worry about you? If something really happened to you, who would protect the reputation of Yunfu temple? Do you want to rely on me?"
In front of him, outside a few curtains, an old monk wearing a golden Kasaya with jewels and pearls sighed, as if he was relieved.
