"Up in the mountains?" Yi Xin frowned at the suggestion.
"That's right, up in the mountains," the taoist explained casually. "It's the best place for us to set up shelter."
"Wouldn't it be dangerous for them to walk such a long way?" he asked.
"..." The taoist stared at him in stunned silence, and even the bald monk fixed him with the same incredulous look.
Yi Xin grew increasingly confused. Had he said something wrong?
Then, all of a sudden, both of them broke into gleeful smiles at the same time, deepening Yi Xin's bewilderment.
"Amitabha, benefactor, you need not be confused. We are simply impressed by your righteousness. We have been to numerous shelters before, yet never once did the leaders ask such a question. They all harbored some greed in their hearts and paid no mind to the weak," the monk said, bowing respectfully. "You are the only one who truly cares for the weak. You are genuinely benevolent."
