Xu Youran looked puzzled.
Fixing her gaze at the doors outside the hall, she saw flickering light waves amidst which a group of monks clad in kasayas stepped in.
Monks?
Why is Jiang Fan afraid of monks?
As the monks entered, they first took in the surroundings of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.
They then separated into two rows, placed their palms together, slightly bowed their heads, and appeared reverent.
At this moment.
A faint golden light surged forward like waves.
It turned out to be a golden lotus, suspended three feet above the ground, unsullied by dust as it floated in.
On the lotus stood a young monk clad in a white kasaya.
His lips were red, teeth white, and his countenance graceful and delicate.
His eyes carried an intelligent brightness, and faint rays of Buddha's light flickered as they opened and closed.
Meeting his gaze, one felt free of pride and shame, swept clean of worries.
Mu Ying's body trembled, his complexion changed drastically.
