Song Ci left Master Jinghui's Zen Temple with about a dozen peace charms, glanced back, and pressed her lips together.
She couldn't understand, was this Monk really just looking at her so simply?
And all those seemingly profound Buddhist sayings he spoke, what were they all about?
To come to save others?
Song Ci rubbed her forehead. She was most vexed by such vague words that she had to guess, and she couldn't guess them through; it was like a cat scratching in her heart, making her itch.
Indeed, he was a Monk, only speaking Buddhist verses.
Nanny Gong approached, supporting her, and asked with concern, "Madam, are you alright?"
"Ah, I'm fine, what could be wrong?" Song Ci asked back strangely, then took out a peace charm from her pocket and placed it in her hand, saying, "Oh, right, this is a peace charm I got from the Monk—I mean, from Master Jinghui. You should take one."
