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Chapter Seventy-Two
"Amitabha!"
Sitting beside Gu Shiyi was a kindly looking old monk, dressed in grey monk's robes, with a long thin face, and long white eyebrows that parted in the middle and hung down to his neck,
"Amitabha!"
The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, his voice gentle as he spoke,
"Benefactor, yesterday this poor monk saved your life, have you forgotten so quickly?"
"Saved... saved me?"
Gu Shiyi's eyes widened as she stared blankly at the old monk, whose face was covered with age spots and who looked to be in his seventies or eighties,
"Is it... Old... old monk... do I know you?"
Gu Shiyi scratched her head and thought for a while,
"I... I don't know any monks!"
She was a member of the Taoist Sect, and when the Old Taoist Priest was around, he didn't like monks, claiming that Buddhism and Taoism could not coexist. He would spit twice upon seeing a monk, and naturally, Gu Shiyi followed suit in disliking monks!
