As for the so-called sealing of the mountain, it was naturally non-existent for someone like her who was a deep acquaintance of One Finger Village and One Finger Monastery.
Fangzheng only knew one woman who climbed mountains in high heels. Therefore, he knew it was her without looking up.
Jing Yan was wearing leather pants and a leather coat as usual.
During the spring season, this set of clothes was especially fitting. It made her look especially beautiful, like a queen.
Jing Yan came to Fangzheng and asked, "Fangzheng, what are you doing? Are you studying the Buddhist Dharma again?"
Fangzheng squatted there and looked at the ants crawling out of a hole. "Which monk studies the Buddhist Dharma by squatting on the ground watching an ant nest?"
Jing Yan fell silent and continued asking, "Are you bored?"
Fangzheng said, "Which monk with something to do would be so free as to squat here and count ants?"
