Xiang Yuan: (ω`)
Xiang Yuan had yet to figure out how to make people, but for some reason, he had been growing thinner and thinner lately, as if a female demon had sucked him dry of Vital Energy.
"A master opens the door, but cultivation depends on the individual. Muqing... no, that was wrong again. Xiaoqing is simply being too outrageous."
With both hands in his pockets, Xiang Yuan made his routine morning stroll down the main street in front of Xu Residence. Every day, he was full of vigor, persisting in his morning running exercises and drawing finger-pointing from the neighborhood.
"Look, Xu Half-City is going out again."
"How tragic. Look at him—he starts gasping after just two steps. That's the look of someone destined to die young!"
"They like it. What business is it of yours?"
"Exactly. You laugh at Half-City for dying early, not realizing the man is living happily!"
"..."
The crowd chattered away, all words of envy, jealousy, and spite. Hearing them, Xiang Yuan unconsciously straightened his back, wearing the smug air of a man strolling in brocade by day.
Say more. I like hearing it!
"Amitabha!"
Not this one. Too plain.
Along the white-walled path, green willows swayed softly. Walking beside the riverway, Xiang Yuan heard that familiar Buddhist chant. Xiang Yuan turned around expressionlessly and saw Fahai holding a monk's staff, clad in monastic robes. His eyelid immediately twitched.
Why are you here? Didn't we agree to put it off another month?
It's already been delayed for months. Look at that face of yours—if this humble monk didn't come, you'd be wrung dry by that demoness.
Good heavens, you can't just say things like that. There are no demonesses in the residence, only Guanyin Bodhisattva!
"..."
The two communicated with their eyes, and