"How filthy! I'm now doubtful whether he can really do what the prophecy says."
"Amitabha. All living things in this world are imperfect. Furthermore, this is a matter of mutual consent. What does it have to do with a prophecy?"
"Hmph, if you think it's fine, go find him yourself. I don't want to dirty my eyes."
After saying that, the figure flashed and disappeared from the night scene.
The fat monk shook his head helplessly. He chanted the name of buddha and also disappeared into the night.
...
Late at night, Lin Qiye woke up in a daze.
"What's going on? How did I fall asleep?"
He shook his head and felt a little dispirited. He could not remember what had happened before.
"Young Almsgiver."
Just as Lin Qiye tried hard to recall what had happened, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
He immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.
"It's you!"
