Chu Mo paused slightly, "Oh?"
The old monk said, "You tell him for me, say that the old cripple is still at the old spot, and hasn't forgotten him. If one day he can put down the scriptures and thinks of the old cripple, just open the messaging stone."
"He? Or she?" Chu Mo felt more and more that something was amiss, and could not help but frown as he confirmed with the old monk.
"She, it's a woman." A touch of melancholy flashed in the old monk's eyes, then he said, "Her monastic name is Tonghui. If you can meet her, please convey this message to her for me—I would be immensely grateful!"
Chu Mo nodded, "This is a small matter..."
"This is not a small matter. Over at the monastery, meeting someone... is too difficult!" The old cripple said with a bitter smile, then added, "This map isn't worth much, let's not talk about money anymore."
"Alright then." Chu Mo did not insist, "I will try my best to deliver your message!"
