The person was a woman, wearing an ordinary green monk robe, her hair wound up in a Taoist bun with a wooden hairpin.
This outfit, which might have seemed mismatched, did not feel out of place on her at all.
Her face didn't look old; in terms of appearance alone, she could even be considered very young, probably not over thirty.
But when you looked at her aura, you realized this was definitely not what a thirty-year-old person should have.
She sat there simply, making all the world's disturbances seem to drift away, leaving only the pure land before your eyes.
Yun Shu stared at this woman dumbfoundedly, stammering: "Such a beautiful sister, just like, just like..." Like what?
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Like those female bodhisattvas in the temple!"
When she was in that human city, she had visited several temple fairs, and the female bodhisattvas in those temples were just like this, with a serene and compassionate face, always lovingly facing the world.
