After thinking it over, Huiguo could only reply, "In that case, I'll wait at South Mountain Temple for a month... If this battle drags on, I'll first take a trip through the desert."
Li Dalu smiled faintly. "When my junior brother comes back, I'll tell him..."
Huiguo pressed his palms together. "Wang Xian showed me the way, and I owe him a great debt. By rights, I should go to Jinling Crossing and help him. But I'm a Buddhist disciple..."
In the monk's eyes, it wouldn't do for him to go to Jinling Crossing and become a soldier who swung a blade at people.
That wasn't his path, and he wouldn't do it.
Li Dalu was taken aback. Aren't there some principles that are the same, whether one engages with the world or withdraws from it?
But he wasn't Huiguo's master, and there was no way he could explain those principles in detail.
So he could only reply, "Please do as you wish, Monk."
Actually, he wanted to say: If you go to Jinling Crossing, my junior brother will naturally be grateful to you, even if you don't do anything.
If you only stay at South Mountain Temple, waiting for the rabbit to run into the tree stump, then by the time my junior brother returns to court, he might not even be staying in the prince's residence.
He may not stay long at the Academy either before heading for the Kunlun Mountains.
After all, both Mr. Bai and my own teacher have already left. My junior brother's only family is in the Daoist temple in the Kunlun Mountains.
How could Huiguo know what Li Dalu was thinking? Half his mind was already at Jinling Crossing, and the other half was occupied with himself. He had no room to think