At this moment, a tinkling sound came from behind Su Yan.
One sound.
"Amitabha Buddha"
It resounded behind her.
As she turned around, she saw a monk.
Holding a copper bowl, wearing a Kasaya, barefoot, and clasping a Zen Stick in the other hand.
With eyes closed, his brows furrowed with sorrow that seemed unresolvable.
If a monk is troubled, it must be a significant matter.
Su Yan looked at him, feeling he seemed familiar.
Until the monk spoke,
"Benefactor, we meet again."
A familiar voice, and in her memory, she had only met one monk before.
Then it gradually became clear.
Previously, on their way to Snake-man Village, they had also encountered a monk.
His attire and appearance were the same.
The two exchanged glances.
For some reason, the sorrow on the monk's face slowly faded.
"Foreign benefactor, greetings."
Su Yan was a bit surprised when she heard him call her a foreigner.
"Why do you call me a foreigner?"
The monk shook his head and did not answer.
