Su Bei's expression was solemn as he stared at the person before him, his eyes narrowed. The young monk simply smiled, meeting Su Bei's gaze without evasion.
Tall, dense pines, cloaked in snow, resembled an ice palace. Snowflakes, like chaotic catkins, fluttered down.
Su Bei took a deep breath and then smiled. "It seems I was blind, to have a Living Buddha with the Wisdom Eye before me and not even know this young elder's dharma name."
The young monk brought his hands together slightly, twirling the prayer beads in his hand, and said with a smile, "This humble monk dares not claim to be a Buddha. As for my dharma name, if the benefactor is fated to know, you will learn it in time."
Su Bei turned to Mo Li, who shook her head slightly. She had never seen this person before.
