An Explanation

Within Liangzhou City, on a long street.

A young monk clad in a tattered old kasaya walked slowly along.

He was exceedingly handsome, with eyes like bright stars and red lips above white teeth.

Even dressed in monk's robes, he could not conceal his otherworldly bearing.

"Oh my, whose little master is that? He's so handsome."

The tofu-selling widow leaned against her doorframe, flicking the handkerchief in her hand as her eyes shimmered.

The porter beside her spat sourly.

"Hmph, look at that soft, tender skin. He's probably some rich family's young master dressing up to swindle little girls."

There were even bold young ladies and married women, some covering their mouths and giggling, others openly casting flirtatious glances his way.

The young monk paid them no heed. He walked straight through the bustling crowd and finally stopped before a solemn, imposing government office.

"So this is the place."

The young monk looked up.

"Stop!"

The two Demon-Suppression Guards at the entrance drew their sabers halfway out and barked sternly, "This is a vital Demon Suppression Office site. Unrelated persons, keep away!"

The young monk pressed his palms together and gave a slight bow.

"Amitabha."

"This poor monk, Wangchi, has come specifically to seek from your office—"

Before he could finish.

Someone interrupted him.

"Scram, scram, scram! You came to our Demon Suppression Office to beg for food?"

"..."

Wangchi slowly wiped the smile from his face and said expressionlessly, "This poor monk does not beg for alms."

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the two guards and fixing on the depths beyond the gate.

"Send Wei He out."

"If he is willing to sever one of his own arms and hang it at the mountain gate of Baosha Temple to apologize, then this poor monk shall be