That old monster should be able to go to the underworld in peace now.
The old geezer had once told me that he would definitely go to the underworld. If the underworld really existed, he would surely be waiting on the Bridge of Helplessness, waiting for me to arrive so he could ask
whether I had gone to Mount Tai, right?
I used to wonder how I would answer if I really encountered such a situation. Now that it had happened... at least I could tell him,
the young monk was living well.
Although he was someone from my past, I had only known this little fellow for about a month. After so many years without seeing each other, even that brief memory had long since grown unfamiliar.
There was no sense of familiarity between us at all.
Our conversation seemed extremely formal.
However, at that moment, a young man dressed like a Daoist who had come with Huiru suddenly walked over from the side.
He performed a formal greeting toward me, with his left hand on the outside and his right hand inside, then gave me an extremely respectful ninety-degree bow.
This... counted as a grand ritual, right?
I was momentarily stunned and did not have time to stop his greeting. By the time I reacted and reached out, he had already finished.
"The young Daoist greets the great one."
"This... I really can't accept such a grand courtesy."
I hurriedly raised my hands and returned the greeting, of course with my right hand on the outside and my left hand inside.
However, I did not bow ninety degrees. Besides... the term "great one" should have been used to describe someone of lofty moral character.
"I'm not worthy of being called a great one."
"No, you are worthy... At