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The clouds dissipated, and moonlight bathed the houses, casting a faint white glow.
The night breeze was slightly cool, and the old monk clad in a patchwork robe stood still in the shadows of the houses, his starched, whitening garment fluttering slowly in the wind.
Liang Qu remained on his guard despite the old monk's words.
Late at night, aside from the grand taverns and banks, ordinary people would have long gone to bed to rest, and not even beggars would choose this time to beg.
The sudden appearance of an old monk wanting to take on a disciple was strange no matter how one looked at it.
Moreover, Liang Qu could not discern the old monk's energy, which suggested with near certainty that he was a master.
After some consideration, Liang Qu cautiously asked, "Master, why do you wish to take me as your disciple?"
"All Dharma originates from karma; all is tied to fate."
