"Sir, are you all right?" Shen Luo ignored the others and helped the elderly man in plain clothes to his feet.
"I'm fine. Thank you, young master, for saving my life." Still shaken, the elderly man took quite a while to compose himself before hurriedly thanking Shen Luo.
The old man's family also rushed over and thanked Shen Luo.
"It was nothing. There's no need to be so polite." Shen Luo waved his hand, then exerted a little force and steadied the carriage compartment.
"Thank you, sir, for lending a hand. It was all my fault for panicking while driving. I nearly caused a disaster." The middle-aged driver hurried over and apologized to Shen Luo and the elderly man in plain clothes.
"Are you delivering goods to Golden Mountain Temple? Why are you in such a rush?" Shen Luo did not berate the man. Drivers like him had their own hardships.
"Yes, I was taking goods to Golden Mountain Temple. The temple is holding the Golden Cicada Dharma Assembly today. When Master Jiangliu gives his sermon, he must have a precious canopy covering his whole body. But the temple's canopy was gnawed apart by rats a few days ago, so they ordered a new one from me. It has to be delivered before the assembly begins, which is why I was rushing. But now the axle has broken, and Golden Mountain Temple is still quite a distance away. What am I supposed to do?" the middle-aged driver said bitterly.
"A precious canopy covering his entire body while giving a sermon?" Shen Luo was startled.
Ordinary eminent monks faced their believers directly when holding Dharma assemblies, demonstrating that nothing was concealed or barred. This Master Jiangliu was certainly unconventional.
Lu Huaming also walked over at that moment, surprise appearing in his