He could announce to the world that he was leaving the Mountain Gate, only to run back in a hurry.
He could declare to everyone that he was the next abbot of the Hanging Monastery, even though he had no position there at all.
He wasn't embarrassed by anything.
What is face? He had never known.
But at this moment, facing Jiang Wang's gaze.
He suddenly felt a bit bashful.
"Why are you looking at the Lord Buddha like that?" His face showed a mischievous expression.
Jiang Wang quietly stared at this old monk for a while.
Then, on the platform, he bowed deeply to him.
"Thank you."
He said thus: "No matter why you first came to find me, or why you opened your heart to me."
"Your repeated acts of saving my life, Jiang Wang is deeply grateful."
"Though burdened with a thousand strong weights, unable to enter the Empty Gate. This body feels often lonely, unable to perform the master-disciple ritual. But the heart already has the bond of a master."
