"Hehe..." Xiao Hua laughed. There were a hundred kinds of people, and a hundred faces among monks as well. So much for the Pure Land.
Perhaps Old Monk Yongzhong's lantern had caught the monks' attention. They immediately sat upright, their chanting growing louder, and even the rhythmic clacking of wooden fish could be heard.
Yet Old Monk Yongzhong seemed not to see them at all. He ignored them completely, crossed the main hall, and headed toward the rear courtyard. Just as he was about to pass through the courtyard gate, a tall monk came from the back. This monk had thick brows and large eyes, looking exceedingly imposing.
"Martial Ancestor, who is this?" The monk came forward. Seeing Xiao Hua, he frowned slightly and asked Old Monk Yongzhong.
"Oh, Miao Fa, this is a little monk who has come to Golden Mountain Temple to seek lodging..." Old Monk Yongzhong raised his head for a glance and answered listlessly.
"Martial Ancestor, I'm Miaochen!" Upon hearing that Xiao Hua was merely a lodging monk, the monk paid him no further heed. He answered aloud and lifted his foot to leave.
Xiao Hua did not dare delay. He hurriedly withdrew his hand, pressed his palms together, and said, "Amitabha. This little monk is Tipu. Greetings, Martial Ancestor Miaochen!"
"Mhm." Miaochen nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Hurry along. There isn't much vegetarian food left. If you don't go now, there'll be nothing for you to eat!"
"No need!" Xiao Hua hurriedly said. "This little monk has come to pay a visit to Great Chan Master Ji Mie."
"Oh?" Miaochen froze. He released his Buddhist sense and swept it over Xiao Hua, opening his mouth as though to say something. Yet in the end, it turned into a sigh. "Alas, little monk, speak