Seeing the old monk's shriveled body swaying as if he might topple at any moment, Ye Lin feared the old fellow would suddenly collapse right in front of him and then try to shake him down for compensation.
Instinctively, Ye Lin put some distance between himself and the old monk. This fellow absolutely could not be allowed near him.
Seemingly noticing Ye Lin's movement, the old monk merely smiled faintly without reacting. When they reached the main entrance, he slowly pushed open the doors to the great hall.
At once, a ray of sunlight fell upon him.
At that moment, the old monk stood motionless beneath the sunlight.
He did not know how long it had been—how long since he had last touched sunlight.
He had sat in that position above for an incomparably long span of years.
This was the first time he had come down and walked about. He had nearly forgotten what walking felt like.
This was also the first time he had basked in the sun. The feeling of sunlight... was truly warm.
The old monk closed his eyes and walked forward step by step. Ye Lin followed behind with his hands clasped behind his back, freely taking in the sights around him.
Everything here was great, except for those huge bald heads that practically reflected light. That alone was incredibly irritating.
Why did Buddhism insist on shaving their heads completely bald?
"I've already informed them. Come."
The old monk turned to Ye Lin behind him and said with a faint smile.
Though his status was extremely high, and a great many matters within Buddhism required his approval before they could be carried out, Buddhism was not his alone in the end.
Sometimes, he still had to consider what those old fellows thought.
The two crossed