Outside the window, sunlight spills over, full of orange-yellow.
In front of the desk.
The old monk slowly opens his eyes, first glancing at Jue Ming behind him.
Twitches his wide monk robe twice, and an aura suffuses and escapes.
Hiss...
Meng Chuan is secretly surprised.
No wonder it's the Shaolin Temple, even the front desk is staffed by Martial Arts Grandmasters!
The old monk's eyes flash, as if golden light sparkles.
Disappearing in a flash, after sizing him up, the old monk slowly speaks.
The voice is hoarse, to Meng Chuan, it sounds like the static noise from an old television from when his family was not well-off:
"Which Buddhist Sect do you belong to? Are you a disciple from another sect?"
The old monk sees his hairstyle is correct, and mistook him for a monk...
Meng Chuan takes out the "Zen Jade Plate" given by Venerable Shi earlier, and explains:
"Greetings, elder. I am a student from Northern United University, temporarily residing in your temple for studies."
