As he spoke, the old monk bowed deeply to Su Yun excitedly again. After the young monks beside him learned of Su Yun's identity, they worshiped him even more. All the believers were stunned on the spot. Their eyes widened in shock, and they still could not recover.
Su Yun went forward and grabbed the old monk's arm. He shook his head and said, "Master, there's no need to do this. I was indeed rude at first. However, it was indeed an unintentional move. I just felt something after I entered. I wonder if Master can borrow a brush and ink?"
Upon hearing Su Yun's words, the old monk immediately nodded happily. "It's our temple's great fortune that Master Su Yun wants to bestow a calligraphy treasure!"
The young monk quickly ran to a table not far away and took out a pen and paper. He respectfully handed them to Su Yun. The entire hall was silent. Everyone was afraid of disturbing Su Yun.
