Song Ci held a noble status, so her visit to Songshan Temple was announced well in advance. As soon as the carriage arrived at the mountain gate, a high monk from Songshan Temple was already waiting.
The person waiting was Master Ming Yuan, the abbot of Songshan Temple, a notable high monk.
Seeing that the abbot was waiting, Song Ci reluctantly said, "Today's incense money will have to be doubled."
Otherwise, it wouldn't match the status of the waiting abbot.
Nanny smiled gently.
Master Ming Yuan approached with palms pressed together, bowed slightly to Song Ci, and greeted her kindly, "Benefactor Song, this old monk has been waiting for a long time; the meditation room is already prepared. Would you care for some tea first? There's still an hour before Master Jinghui's sermon."
"Thank you, Master Abbot." Facing such a revered monk, Song Ci dared not be disrespectful, and returned the greeting with palms pressed together.
