Lu Bei sized up Jie Se from top to bottom, his lips red as cherries, teeth white as pearls, eyebrows and eyes like paintings — he certainly looked like a young monk whom the abbot held in high regard.
Thinking of this, he raised an eyebrow, fanning the flames of anger: "Master Jie Se, if I'm not mistaken, the abbot of your temple often invites you to his room to read scriptures in the middle of the night, no?"
"I'm just a vulgar monk and am undeserving of the title 'Master'."
Jie Se shook his head slightly, not understanding the meaning of Lu Bei's words, nor did he want to. He spoke in an indifferent tone: "Religious people should not be burdened by fame and fortune. Today's events were unavoidable, so if any harm comes to you by accident, I hope Mr. Lu will forgive me."
