Late night.
The night patrol had already struck the second watch.
Chen Ji stood in front of the Silver Apricot Garden gate, rubbing his cheeks before pushing the door open and entering.
In the courtyard, Xiao Man was dozing at the stone table, holding the Little Black Cat, while the little monk sat with eyes closed, reciting sutras.
Upon hearing the door open, the little monk opened his eyes and met Chen Ji's gaze. His eyes seemed like a pool of lake water rippling, directly seeing into Chen Ji's heart.
The moon white kasaya he wore made him appear gentle, like a round moon.
Seeing his gaze, Chen Ji was silent for a moment, then smiled casually and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
The little monk bowed his head, pressing his palms together, "Benefactor, do not mistake 'self-attachment' as your true self. Attachment is the root of troubles, you should abide nowhere, yet let the mind arise... Benefactor, you actually know your own mind."
