"You... I..."
Monk Jingli froze for a long time before suddenly pressing his palms together, "Donor, you are right, I was indeed attached to appearances."
Seeing the monk so flustered, Zhongxuan Sheng's irritation, born from Zhongxuan Zun, couldn't flare up again.
He was just about to soften his tone.
Suddenly, he heard Monk Jingli say, "This corpulent donor possesses such wisdom roots, why not also take refuge in my school and become a closed-door disciple? Together with us, you can study the supreme Buddhist teachings, which is far better than struggling in this sullied world."
He said earnestly, "Master says, 'A gift of goose from a thousand miles away shows deep sentiment.' So, your Dharma name could be 'Jingzhong'."
"Go away!" Zhongxuan Sheng roared.
Monk Jingli paused, "You are surely cursing me now, right?"
"What if I am?" Zhongxuan Sheng had already started rolling up his sleeves, "If you don't leave now, I'll beat you!"
