Backstage, Master Murphy's disciple, Mark Cooper, brought a chair over and said solicitously, "Master, sit!" He looked around. The people around him were busy, but only two people received them. Mark said unhappily, "These people are really too much. They didn't even prepare a decent lounge for Master. It's too outrageous."
Master Murphy sat down with a profound and indifferent expression. "It's fine. This trip is just because we are fated. We don't pursue the money and fame of the mortal world. Even if we're in a busy city, we should be indifferent."
Mark was ashamed. "Master is right."
Not far away, a middle-aged man in a suit looked over hesitantly. He walked over and asked carefully, "Are you Master Murphy?"
Master Murphy nodded lightly.
Mark: "Why are you looking for my master?"
