Namkha snorted and said resentfully, "This family really knows how to scheme. We stay one night, and we have to work for them."
"Exactly," Qu Zan agreed. "They're treating us like serfs of their Bado Family." That careless remark sent a flare of anger through the others.
Qu Zan thought to himself, Perhaps I can kindle a fire here today.
"Let's go. It was the attendant monk's order, after all," Qu Zan told Namkha.
Hearing Qu Zan say that, Namkha could only follow him outside. When the two of them left, Jiumo and Gama followed as well.
In the cold wind, Jiumo and Namkha stood on wooden scaffolds, writing esoteric script with brushes.
Several serfs steadied the scaffolds beside them. Dressed in tattered clothes, they huddled like quails in the cold wind.
Qu Zan looked at one of the serfs and asked casually, "Your master has two sons? He's quite blessed!"
Hearing the venerable monk address him, the serf immediately knelt and said, "Reporting to Your Holiness, my master has three sons."
"That's not right," Gama said. "We clearly only saw two today. Where's the other one?"
"Our third young master is now a monk at Nagarjuna Victory Temple in Muka City." The serf dared not conceal anything and told them everything.
Gama sneered. "I wondered how they dared order us around like this. So they have someone backing them."
Qu Zan was taken aback as well. He had not expected that deeply sinister Tsering to have become a monk too.
"How did your third young master become a monk?" Qu Zan asked, taking a tsampa cake from his robes and giving it to the serf.
At the same time, he activated his talent [Giving].
This talent meant that when Qu Zan gave alms to others, he gained their goodwill.