"Amitabha. Madam, the temple is already full of worshippers. Please do not try to squeeze inside." A greasy-faced middle-aged monk flashed forward and blocked Shen Luo's path.
"Please forgive me, Master. My husband greatly admired Master Jiang Liu while he was alive and had always wished to hear his teachings in person, but he never had the chance to come. Now that my husband has unfortunately passed away, I have brought his ashes to fulfill his wish. I beg you, Master, please grant me a seat close to him..." Shen Luo raised the wooden box in his hand and spoke in mournful tones.
"I see. It would be proper to grant a female benefactor's wish for her late husband, but there are too many worshippers in the temple right now. It would not be easy for this humble monk to break the rules for you alone." The middle-aged monk swiftly swept his gaze over Shen Luo's body, then immediately withdrew his lecherous look and spoke with solemn propriety.
Shen Luo felt both enraged and disgusted, wishing he could summon the Dragon-Horn Short Awl and give the monk a vicious strike. But for now, he could only endure.
"I know this puts you in a difficult position, Master. Please accept this small gift, and I hope you can make an exception." He took out a cloth pouch containing several pieces of Immortal Jade and handed it to the middle-aged monk.
Hearing the tinkling of Immortal Jade colliding inside the pouch, greed flashed through the middle-aged monk's eyes. Without changing expression, he slipped it into his sleeve.
"Amitabha. Since you are so sincere, female benefactor, follow this humble monk." The middle-aged monk recited a Buddhist invocation and led Shen Luo into a cluster of monastic buildings beside the plaza.
After passing through