"You shouldn't bother coming here for such trifles anymore,"
"Don't claim to possess a pure and clear Buddhist heart if you still act like this."
"It's been 60 years; don't be like when you first came to the Central Plains, naively losing your purple-golden begging bowl and still having to pay that swindler."
"If it weren't for Miss Gongsun's kind heart, you would have been sold off."
The aged living Buddha paused, then brought his hands together in a gesture of prayer, a calm look in his eyes, and spoke softly,
"Miss Gongsun? This old Monk knows nothing of her."
"At such an old age, one tends to forget...,"
"Zu Wenyuan, you scruffy Taoist who can't even defeat a bandit, could it be that you're mistaken?"
Zu Wenyuan lowered his gaze and said nothing.
