"What are you looking at?"
Lu Qingyan heard the question and turned around, smiling at her indulgently, "Nothing much, let's go."
The two left without looking back.
Zhou Yanxu emerged slowly from behind the concealing doorway.
He gazed at the spacious steps for a long time.
The young monk ran over: "Guiyuan, the female donor left without saying a word. I just went to look for her to ask if she would eat lunch."
"Jingyou, take good care of the temple."
The young monk had a bad premonition: "Guiyuan, where are you going?"
Zhou Yanxu raised his hand and touched his smooth head, smiling gently at him: "I'm going wandering. I'll be back later; take good care of the abbot."
"Ah? You've been gone for two years and you're only staying one night upon your return. When will I see you again?" The young monk puffed up, somewhat annoyed.
"When fate decides, I'll be back," he said, leaving just that behind.
Zhou Yanxu then left.
The young monk huffed: "It's always that phrase."
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