Master Duanchen gathered the three pilgrims in a side hall, letting them mutter about their own affairs, no longer concerning himself with them.
"I've caused the two benefactors some amusement," Master Duanchen said with an apologetic smile, "usually, a poor monk like myself would not lift a hand in receiving pilgrims."
"Master, you truly have a temperament that I admire," Meng Jingzhou placed one hand over his chest, appreciating what Master Duanchen had done earlier.
Master Duanchen sighed, "Actually, there are not a few who are like the third pilgrim in recent years. I really don't know what's gotten into them."
