They waited for a short time before Qin Guan went out of the simple dressing room. He was in an indigo frock made of coarse cloth and his head was bald, which looked very good on him.
His calm expression and pure eyes made the coarse cloth unable to cover his elegance. He was wearing a professional costume that included a white puttee, rough ropes, grey monk shoes and loose pants.
Li Zhiying, who had just finished his work, happened to pass by. Yu Min waved at him.
Lin Zhiying came over doubtfully. Even Director Zhang was shocked.
Qin Guan’s elegance and talent beat Lin’s, who was famous for his looks in Taiwan.
Qin Guan smiled honestly at Zhang. He looked even more peaceful when he smiled. He looked like a real monk in that moment.
The fog lingered around the mountains. There were birds singing in the shade. The young monk had just finished his prayer and was chatting with the pilgrims on the path. "Amitabha..."
