Jiang Cheng was quick-witted and grabbed a Paper Figure too, slipping it into his pocket. Then he stood up as if nothing had happened. As Monk Huide and the others approached, Monk Huicong suddenly bulged his eyes, tensed his throat, and forced himself to swallow the Paper Figure in his mouth.
Monk Huide was as he had always been, his dark skin set off by a kind face. "Amitabha. The two benefactors are here as well."
"Master Huide, it seems we're truly fated to meet," Jiang Cheng said with a smile.
"Not at all. You are blessed with great fortune, benefactor, and surely have a connection with Buddha. Your arrival at this temple must also have been guided by Buddha." Monk Huide pressed his palms together, his manner growing even more humble.
Only then did Monk Huide look at Monk Huicong. A moment later, he turned to Jiang Cheng and the Fatty and asked, "My junior brother hasn't caused you any trouble, has he?"
"No, Master Huicong is a good person," Jiang Cheng replied.
"Then... has he said anything crazy?" Monk Huide fixed his eyes on Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng looked at Monk Huide with a curious expression. "What do you mean, anything crazy?"
Monk Huide froze, then gave an awkward smile. "You may not know this, benefactor, but my junior brother is good in every way. Unfortunately, he suffers from a delusion. I only meant that if he said anything crazy, the two of you shouldn't take it to heart."
Just then, the monk with a mole on his cheek said to Monk Huicong, "Junior Brother Huicong, we agreed to cultivate merit together later today. Why did you sneak off again?"
Monk Huicong hid behind the Fatty, not daring to look at him. He just shook his head over