He looked at the trendy monk before him, dressed in a leather jacket covered in Buddhist Sutra text and sporting Chelsea boots.
Ouyang's brain crashed for a second. Then he heard the words that kindly-looking older women often whispered to him at train stations.
For a moment, Ouyang wondered whether he had really died.
The Underworld offered this sort of service too?
Was this something an innocent high school boy who had only just turned eighteen should be hearing?
Ouyang took a small step back and eyed the monk warily. "Wait, Master, who are you?"
"Me? Hui Zhi! Senior Brother!"
After saying this, Hui Zhi looked at the confusion on Ouyang's face and realized that the Ouyang before him had probably lost his memories.
Of course. After walking the Yellow Springs Road and wading through the River of Forgetfulness, one's connection to one's previous life was severed.
Unless one was a sage, one could never escape this cycle of reincarnation.
He had thought his senior brother would still enter and leave reincarnation as though returning to his own home, just as he once had.
Sadly, after a million years, his senior brother had presumably long since exhausted his former gifts. The one he wanted to see was that senior brother who had hidden himself away in the mortal world, not the living being now headed for reincarnation.
What a pity. Who knew when he would be able to listen to his senior brother's teachings again!
Under Hui Zhi's gaze of boundless regret, Ouyang felt a chill run down his spine.
One look was enough to tell this monk wasn't a proper monk. He wasn't going to drag me off to discuss Buddhist Sutras in the middle of the night, was he?
But Hui Zhi stepped aside to clear a path