They both went to the practice field to spar, while Qian Yixiu played with Monkey Brother in the courtyard. There were many exotic flowers and rare herbs in the garden, among which were some treasures.
Ever since her previous life, Qian Yixiu had loved flowers. She had acquired some fine specimens before, but had sold them due to her family's poverty. Now, trying to find quality flowers had become a difficult task. Remembering the Old Monk's craving earlier, she was sure he would come asking for lotus leaves again. With that in mind, she thought it would be better to ask for a few good pots of flowers on her departure to cultivate at home.
At noon, an old monk came; he was the abbot of Daci Temple, Master Hong Yuan. In his sixties, slightly overweight, Master Hong Yuan did not possess the ethereal aura of the Old Monk, but his words and behavior were more befitting of a high monk.
Aside from the Old Monk, everyone paid their respects to Master Hong Yuan with a bow.
