"..." Tianxin lowered her head, burying it in Chen Yiran's chest, feeling as though she had nowhere to hide her face anymore.
Chen Yiran furrowed his brows slightly, watching the old monk for a long time before slowly asking, "So, Master, after you take what you need this time, do you plan to walk back and forth on this path again?"
"No need, no need. After this monk takes his Buddha Beads, I will go to the front hall to give fortune stick readings and blessings. For a while, I won't walk this path again." The old monk lowered his head, answering in a slow, steady pace.
"Master, if you please." Chen Yiran sidestepped, pulling Tianxin with him to stand aside, allowing the old monk to pass.
"Benefactor, please continue, continue." As the old monk walked past them with palms pressed together in prayer, he softly said to them.
Then, he kept chanting "don't see things indecently... don't see things indecently..." as he strolled further away.
Tianxin felt utterly speechless.
