Two days later, Huo Zhou.
Standing in a shaded corner, Gu Yu was on the phone, bombarded by his girlfriend's satirical comments. "It was just boring! So boring! There was not a single person that could stand a fight. The formidable birthplace of Chan is filled with rookies! Do you know what level of security the Scripture Room had? A greasy monk, a few cameras, and that's it! Gosh! Where was the sweeping monk?"
'Probably having his ass kicked by you even if there was one…'
Gu Yu rolled his eyes. "Ok, calm down. So how's everything now? With that big a scene raised, has anybody pounded on your door yet?"
"They surely are searching for me, but I've shut myself in to reflect on my little misdeed and they couldn't find me. Oh, by the way, I did quite a lot of research these two days and there was this post on the internet. Do you remember the Three Patriarch Temple in Tianzhu Mountain? They said the monks in it had been thrown out."
'WHAT?'
