"Is Guang Yue busy?"
"Amitabha, this little monk is Zong Liao. Greetings, patron. May I ask why you seek the abbot?"
Lu Zheng arrived at Chicken Cry Temple and looked around. He sensed Guang Yue's aura in a quiet room behind the temple.
However, Lu Zheng sensed that Guang Yue had company, so he casually stopped a little monk to ask. In the end, the little monk questioned him instead.
"Just tell him an old friend from Tonglin County has come to catch up and, while we're at it, spar a little." Lu Zheng curled his lips, recalling the bet Guang Yue had made with him years ago.
"Catch up? Spar?"
Young novice Zong Liao abruptly looked up. Meeting Lu Zheng's half-smiling, ill-intentioned expression, he could not help but jump in fright.
Oh no! Someone's here to challenge the temple!
The little monk shuddered, then sprang up like a rabbit, turned around, and ran.
Lu Zheng raised a hand and saw that the little monk was heading straight for Guang Yue's quiet room. Thinking he had gone to report his arrival, Lu Zheng did not hurry. Instead, he strolled leisurely after him, following all the way.
Inside the quiet room, Guang Yue sat facing a burly man, drinking tea together.
"It's still peaceful here with you, Master. The three women at home are always scheming against each other. They're driving me mad." The burly man took a sip of tea and sighed.
Guang Yue also raised his cup and took a sip, then intoned a Buddhist invocation. "Amitabha. Beauty is a steel blade that scrapes the bones; desire is the source of a troubled heart. The joys of men and women, household trifles, and mutual scheming all damage one's state of mind. Patron Yan is exceptionally gifted and possesses