After the little novice monk left, Jiang Yichun furrowed his brow and said, "How about I go with you and wait outside the hall?"
"It's fine, Xinchan Temple isn't that big, and I'm not going far. Besides, Master Pudeng has clear eyes; he obviously is a high monk and an old acquaintance of your father, so nothing will happen." Bai Ruozhu quickly persuaded him, "Monks love quietness, and if too many of us go over, it might annoy him, making it difficult for your father."
"Alright, then I'll wait for you in the backyard. Be quick." Jiang Yichun replied.
Bai Ruozhu nodded, tidied her clothes, and headed toward the Buddha Hall in the front hall.
As she passed by one side of the corridor, she suddenly heard a clattering sound — bowls and plates were overturned. Probably some little novice monk was careless and would be scolded by the master, right?
Bai Ruozhu sighed inwardly; monks cherish thrift, breaking so many things is truly wasteful.
