He wanted to get a clear look at the bride.
The Eminent Monk was slowly pushed to the edge of the crowd.
Everyone was focused on the bride in red.
No one cared about the poor Sixth Miss who had lost her life anymore.
After all...
No matter which miss it was, she had nothing to do with them.
Other than sighing over the loss of a life, there was nothing else they could do.
The Eminent Monk silently curled his fingers into a fist.
After one last look at the lively scene nearby, with its drums and gongs, he turned around.
The Eminent Monk went to the back gate of the residence.
Compared with the bustle out front, the back gate was as quiet as ever.
The clamor from the front was almost inaudible.
"Knock, knock~"
The Eminent Monk raised his hand and knocked on the back gate.
After the Eminent Monk had knocked a third time, the gate opened.
An impolite voice came from inside at the same time.
"Who is it?"
"Knock, knock, knock..."
"Do you know where you are?"
"Just barging in like—"
The man's voice cut off abruptly.
"M-Master?"
A monk in a kasaya stood before him.
The monk's bearing made the man address him as Master without thinking.
The man couldn't help swallowing.
"Amitabha."
The Eminent Monk intoned a Buddhist invocation.
"Amitabha."
The man immediately bowed his head and echoed him.
"Master."
The man looked at the Eminent Monk nervously and uncertainly. "You..."
"Are you here to ask for alms?"
That was the only reason he could think of for the Eminent Monk to come to the back gate.
If the master had been invited by the lord or madam of the residence, he would