Unable to discern the identity of the visitor, Mile beckoned to the Buddha's sons to retract their bowls and approached with a Buddha Power salute, saying, "This humble monk is called Mile, a disciple of Saint Zhunti of the Western Buddhism. May I ask who you are, and why have you emerged from the Yellow River?"
"Buddhism? Zhunti?" The Flying Snake frowned, chewing over these two unfamiliar names in its mouth. After a while, a glint of realization flashed through its eyes, and it stared strangely at Mile: "You say you're the disciple of that unlucky Saint Zhunti!"
"Fellow Benefactor, please watch your words!" Mile's face instantly turned black as charcoal, and he angrily said, "My master may have passed away years ago, but there will come a time for his reincarnation. Such words from you are indeed a bit too much."
The Flying Snake sneered coldly, "Ha! So shameless even after becoming a saint, it's not unjustified that someone killed him! What, no one can talk about it now?"
