"I see."
Master Huiming nodded slightly, motioning for them to enter and talk:
"Since it's Mr. Cheng's friend, I naturally have no secrets..."
Before he finished speaking, a sudden chaotic sound of footsteps and loud shouts came from outside the courtyard.
A dozen Martial Monks holding white wax wood sticks fiercely rushed into the courtyard.
The chubby monk leading them was sweating profusely and anxiously shouted at Master Huiming:
"Abbott! We heard noise from the rear mountain courtyard, what happened? Where's the perpetrator?"
"Amitabha, do not panic."
Master Huiming's expression remained unchanged, his hands clasped, his tone naturally calm:
"Just now it was merely an exchange of Buddhist Law between me and a few guests who traveled from afar, an occasional realization, hence the commotion."
"The guests have left satisfied now, there are no perpetrators here. You all retreat and continue with your morning lessons."
