Should We Just Kill Them All?
"Thank you, Benefactor Song. Please find somewhere to set me down first." The Foreign Monk carefully stored the water from the Living Spring.
His master, Wuyinzi, had suffered a severe injury in his youth that damaged his foundation, leaving him no hope of advancing for the rest of his life. Now, his lifespan was nearly exhausted. This portion of the Living Spring could extend Wuyinzi's life by fifty years, and it could also be considered a small token of the Foreign Monk's goodwill.
Although he had always felt that Wuyinzi was terribly long-winded and had even obstructed his dream of becoming a high monk, deep down, the Foreign Monk was extremely respectful of Daoist Wuyinzi. Wuyinzi had always sheltered him. He had even tolerated the Foreign Monk wearing a kasaya despite being part of the Daoist School.
Thus, the Foreign Monk's respect for Wuyinzi had only grown stronger.
Originally, Daoist Wuyinzi had told the Foreign Monk to return to the sect after two months to light his Life Lamp. But now that the Foreign Monk had obtained the Living Spring's water, he could not wait to return to his sect and feed it to his master.
"Then land on the roof of that building up ahead," Song Shuhang said.
"Thank you, Benefactor Song." The Foreign Monk grinned. Then he suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Fellow Daoist Song, do you still have that Daoist robe I traded with you last time? Could I borrow it back for now and wear it when I return to the sect?"
He had been so happy last time that he had decisively traded the Daoist robe to Song Shuhang for the Jade-Green Kasaya—the kasaya he was wearing now. He had been delighted to wear it.
This Jade-Green Kasaya