He finished speaking, his cloudy eyes filled with tears!
Pitiful and aged, his appearance made Lin Feixue's heart soften, evoking deep compassion.
"Master, the dead cannot come back to life, please accept my condolences," she said, bowing to comfort him.
Jieshou Monk sighed.
"My junior brother did good deeds throughout his life, I hope he can ascend to Nirvana after death.
Female benefactor, this humble monk is in mourning.
But in my heart, I am happy for my junior brother."
He clasped his hands together, his expression compassionate.
"Female benefactor, I will be performing a ritual for my junior brother later.
Please, could the two of you do a small favor and send him off for me?
Is that alright?"
*In truth, Jieshou Monk was already agitated!*
*Lin Feixue's many words made him very displeased.*
*"Stop talking and come into the house with this poor monk already!"* he thought to himself.
*If this place wasn't Jiuyun Temple, protected by statues,*
