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"": "The knocking stopped.
The old monk slowly rose from his meditation cushion and turned around at an unhurried pace.
Meeting Zhang Yunxi's gaze, he pressed his palms together and said, "Amitabha."
Zhang Yunxi gave a slight nod in greeting.
Shang Liuli was far more solemn, pressing her palms together to return the greeting.
After a moment's thought, Luo Bin returned the greeting in much the same way as Shang Liuli.
After all, his standing was nowhere near Zhang Yunxi's. If he did the same as Zhang Yunxi, he would seem rude.
Zhang Yunxi had not come to White Buddha Temple to demand an accounting, either. Long Phu had been hiding here, and the monks knew nothing about it.
"Abbot Bai Zhi, it's been years since we last met, yet you're still as sprightly as ever," Zhang Yunxi said with a soft sigh.
"You flatter me, Mr. Yunxi. You're the one who remains ambitious in old age. I'm merely an old monk who keeps company with lamplight and ancient Buddhas, an oil lamp that has nearly burned itself out. What vigor could I possibly have left?" Bai Zhi wore a faint, kindly smile.
Indeed, although Zhang Yunxi looked old, his voice was strong, and he showed few signs of frailty.
Abbot Bai Zhi was also over sixty, but he looked much older.
His eyebrows trailed down along the corners of his eyes
"You visited White Buddha Temple years ago, saying you were looking for someone, but you never found the person you sought."
"Have you come looking for someone again today?" Bai Zhi asked.
Zhang Yunxi nodded. "You have a keen eye, Abbot. However, this time I'm not here to look for someone myself. I'm here to ask you to find someone."
"White Buddha Temple stays