"Amitabha, female benefactor, the temple is already full of faithful devotees, please do not crowd in." A middle-aged monk with a shiny face flashes his figure and blocks Shen Luo.
"Please forgive me, Master, the lifelong dream of my late husband was to witness Master Jiang Liu's lecture given personally, but he never had the opportunity to come. Now that my husband has tragically passed away, I brought his ashes here to fulfill his wish. I ask, Master, that you fulfill our wish by arranging a seat close to the Master for me." Shen Luo lifts the wooden box in her hand and mournfully speaks.
"Ah, you've come to fulfill a vow for your deceased husband. We should certainly grant this, but there are so many faithful devotees in the temple now, and it isn't fair to make an exception for you." The middle-aged monk swiftly sweeps a glance over Shen Luo's body, then immediately withdraws his lecherous gaze and continues solemnly.
