A pause, this courteous Divine Sorcerer smiled and pointed toward the temple door behind the Abbot:
"Just now I saw the young monk in front of the temple, his complexion was rosy, his wisdom innate."
"And now the old Abbot appears, his speech is extraordinary, his foundation profound."
"It is expected that this place is blessed with spiritual elegance, can interpret the meaning of Buddha, can explain the root of Dao."
"Thus, I have a whimsical thought, could I hold the Abbot's hand and enter this ancient temple for a chat, where you and I could lie with feet touching, discussing the Great Path, wouldn't it be delightful?"
Abbot Youxi joined his hands together, after a recitation of "Amitabha," he calmly said: "This is a whim, then let it be whim."
"Eh?" Nangong's technique was stunned in place.
In his stillness, inside the temple behind a low wall, the whispers of young monks became noisy:
"Hiss! Does he want to sleep with Abbot Youxi?"
