"Brother, now that you say it, there is a great resemblance between that Buddha and Fangzheng. And Fangzheng also has a boy attendant, doesn't he?" Third Brother didn't like thinking. His muscles often acted faster than his brains, but this didn't mean he couldn't think.
Song Xianhe narrowed his eyes and nodded. Back when he first met Fangzheng, he had the feeling that the monk wasn't a simple person. And when he silenced Xizi and company on the mountain, he exchanged looks with Fangzheng. At that moment, he had felt that Fangzheng's eyes were unfathomable, as though he could see through everything about him.
But he had only written it off as an illusion. Yet now, on careful thought, that look was how Buddha would look at a sinner! However, this Buddha didn't seem to be in a rush. He was silently waiting for something.
Then, what is he waiting for?
