At the county town gate, several carriages were parked, with a little monk in grey clothes sitting on the shaft of one of them.
He fiddled with his beads, eyes wide open, staring intently ahead as if afraid to miss something.
Soon, a convoy approached, led by three men on horseback, each with their own distinctive charm, creating a beautiful scene on the street.
"Master, I'm going to find Miss Chu," said the little monk, jumping off the carriage and running towards the convoy. His short legs moved swiftly, and the beads on his chest swayed rhythmically with each step.
The abbot watched the little monk's departure with a gentle gaze.
Seeing the little monk approaching, Tang Jinghong raised his hand to halt the convoy.
The little monk bowed to Tang Jinghong, "Young Master Tang, where is Miss Chu?"
Chu Qingzhi heard the little monk's voice and opened the carriage curtain, "I'm here. Do you want to ride with us?"
