What Shen Jing had not expected was that the monastery would be closed tomorrow. She asked the Abbot, who said it was because some VIP was coming for a retreat to copy scriptures, and they needed to clean and close the monastery to welcome them.
What kind of VIP looked down on commoners like her so much that they needed the monastery to be closed?
Shen Jing had paid the accommodation fee. She was devout in her daily worship. Based on this alone, the Abbot would not refund her money and make her leave; it would be against the Buddhist tenet of universal acceptance to do so.
Shen Jing did not ask any further. Since it was a VIP, perhaps it was someone she could not afford to offend. Having stayed in Beijing, she had come to understand one thing: the more low-profile a person, the more dangerous it could be to provoke them. Often, their status was frighteningly imposing.
Sun Qiyan clutched her wrist and led her back to the courtyard. "Alright, let's go back to the room."
