Jingli met Chongxuan Sheng that evening.
That enormous bulk moved over slowly like a small mountain... carrying the imposing air of those fiends making their entrance in Buddhist scriptures.
The man stood before the cell, blocking nearly half of its bars.
At first glance, anyone unaware of the situation might have thought the cell had acquired a new wall.
Its stone wall had turned into a wall of flesh.
Jingli naturally recognized this fat man.
Back outside Green Sheep Town, if not for the sake of his junior brother, he would have long since thrown a sack over him and given him a savage beating, pounding that fat face into a pig's head.
Times had changed, and his anger had long faded, but there was still no way he could like this person.
Beside the fat man stood a young man in official robes. He stood there calmly, his presence faintly melding with the atmosphere of this place—either he cultivated a similar art, or he held an extraordinary degree of control here.
It should be the latter.
Because the Green Badge Constable who had arrested and imprisoned him was currently explaining himself to the young man with a fawning smile. "Lord Zheng, it was mainly because this master truly had no registration on file. We were nervous at the time and had no time to think things through properly. We also had no idea he was your friend... This was our dereliction of duty! We will certainly improve!"
"Open the door." The young man merely lifted his chin.
The cell was immediately opened.
My junior brother really does have quite some standing in Linzi. Monk Jingli thought.
The fat man did not come inside—likely because his size made it inconvenient to squeeze through—but called from the doorway, "Little Holy Monk