Chu Dazhuang observed the words on the wall and sat on the sofa, sipping his tea from time to time while awaiting Master Fa Lang.
Just as Chu Dazhuang was comfortably waiting, the door of the room was flung open.
The sound startled Chu Dazhuang for a moment, and he frowned slightly.
"How careless."
Thinking thus, Chu Dazhuang sat with a slight furrow in his brow and then shifted his gaze towards the entrance.
At the door, a pretty young nun came into his view. Upon seeing Chu Dazhuang seated on the sofa, she too was taken aback and quickly became somewhat flustered. However, the young nun hesitated, instinctively lowering her head, yet she did not step back.
Seeing this, Chu Dazhuang, who was sitting on the sofa, paused for a moment, looked at the entrance, and was about to speak.
After blushing with shame, the young nun lowered her head and pondered for a long time, then she looked up in a panic, as if she had made up her mind.
"Amitabha."
