The young monk made a formal bow to Chu Qingzhi, his eyes brimming with reluctance. "Miss Chu, I don't know when we will meet again," he said.
Chu Qingzhi gently touched the young monk's bald head with a smile, saying softly, "It won't be too long."
The young monk, looking up at Chu Qingzhi's smiling face, couldn't help but hug her in the end. "Miss Chu, I am leaving now."
"Alright," Chu Qingzhi responded softly. "Listen to your master and be a good boy. If you pass by my house, come and have a meal."
The young monk grinned sweetly, replying, "Okay."
The abbot made a formal bow to everyone, "Thank you all for your hospitality. We are taking our leave now."
Everyone returned the gesture, "Master, take care on your journey."
The abbot, leading the young monk, gradually walked away.
Embracing the transient nature of their gathering, the abbot strode forward with detachment and resolution.
