Under Jiang Liu's gaze, an elderly man in a dingy gray-white monastic robe with shoes that were somewhat tattered walked over step by step, using a wooden branch as a cane. On his bald head, there was not a single incense scar.
By the look of it, the elder seemed to have passed the age of sixty, yet he appeared to be very lively and clear-minded. Furthermore, his posture did not reveal any signs of stooping.
"What's this? An old Monk!?" As he watched the old monk approaching, Jiang Liu's eyebrows raised slightly.
From the man's attire, he indeed seemed to be a monk, with the monastic robe and shoes, and even a string of wooden beads around his neck. However, the lack of incense scars on his bald head didn't seem to fit the identity of a monk?
"Amitabha, greetings to you..." As the old monk reached him, he brought his palms together, gave a bow to Jiang Liu, and greeted him.
