Zhao Hai understood what the man meant. He waved his hand. Bu Zhi retreated to Zhao Hai's side. However, this also made the others even more curious about Zhao Hai. They really wanted to know what Zhao Hai's identity was. He was a monk, so why did he have a subordinate?
Zhao Hai clasped his hands together and bowed to the few of them, " "Amitabha, this poor monk greets the benefactors. We just rushed to the island and wanted to rest for a night. There's nothing we want to buy, so you don't have to worry."
"It turns out that master wants to rest on the island, but master may not know the situation on the island. Although the environment on the island is good, there are no buildings. Although there are two stone houses, they have been occupied by others to open a shop. If master wants to rest on the island, in addition to making a bed on the ground, there is another way, which is to rent a tent. If master wants to rent a tent, we can also help."
