Everyone found it strange that the fierce-looking brute would invite a meat-and-wine monk to drink and feast on meat.
Little did they know that Shen Yi had already recognized the meat-and-wine monk as Fu Gan. The little cat in his arms was precisely the white tiger Fu Gan had subdued. Yet no matter how Shen Yi thought about it, he could not understand why Fu Gan had also disguised himself and come to Luocheng.
"This is no place to talk. Innkeeper, prepare a first-rate guest room. This humble one wishes to sit knee to knee and speak at length with this eminent monk!"
Shen Yi's rough voice echoed through the tavern, drawing countless sidelong glances. Was this what the Buddhist path meant by laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot?
"Brother Shen, I trust you have been well. I thought you would not come to Luocheng." Inside the guest room, Fu Gan shed his disguise. The little cat in his arms also reverted to its true form and quietly gnawed on a piece of cooked meat at the side. It was unusually docile, as though it possessed an innate fear of Little Black.
"I'm puzzled as well. I thought my disguise was seamless, yet you recognized me the moment I arrived." Shen Yi sounded somewhat surprised, but he did not ask why.
Fu Gan smiled. Pressing his palms together, he recited a Buddhist invocation. Behind him, the phantom image of a Buddha abruptly appeared.
"Amitabha. This little monk has gained many insights in recent days and finally comprehended the Wisdom Eye Buddha Form. Only by chance did I see through Brother Shen's disguise."
Shen Yi stared at him in astonishment. Beyond the Wisdom Eye Buddha Form lay the Wisdom Eye Buddha Heart, which could see