After saying that, Monk Jin Yun turned and returned to the main hall ahead.
He lit some spiritual incense and respectfully bowed before the Buddha statue. Then, without another word, he sat down cross-legged and began chanting scriptures under his breath.
Seeing this, Song Qingming and the others did not rush forward to disturb him. Instead, they found a place and quietly sat down.
The three sat cross-legged meditating in the courtyard, waiting for most of the day, yet he still did not emerge.
Song Qingyu's expression darkened, and she could not help saying, "This Little Monk really is as strange as Fellow Daoist Liu and the others said.
"Just now, he was filthy and reeked of wine, without the slightest bearing of an eminent monk.
"Why was he putting on the airs of an enlightened master now?
"He had been chanting scriptures for so long. I think he was deliberately stringing us along!"
Ever since meeting Monk Jin Yun, Song Qingyu had been rather displeased by his peculiar appearance. Now that he had not come out for half a day, she could no longer resist the urge to go in and drag him out.
Seeing this, Li Xuanyi hurriedly stopped her. "Qingyu, we came here to ask a favor of him after all, so say less.
"It is only a little more waiting. There is no need to be so impatient."
"After cultivating for so many years, why are you still so unable to keep your composure? Since Master Jin Yun has not come out yet, there is no harm in waiting for him."
With that, Song Qingming raised his hand and took a pot of Spirit Wine from his Storage Bag, then turned his gaze toward Li Xuanyi beside him.
A moment later, a Flying Chariot appeared in