"Young monk, where is the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship?"
The little monk pressed his palms together and bowed to Xin Lin and Huang Zhijun.
"Amitabha, to the two benefactors, the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship is not here, he has gone wandering and we do not know when he will return. He asked me to inform you both and hopes you can find your way back."
Upon hearing this, Xin Lin and Huang Zhijun were both somewhat disappointed.
This figure from Taichang Temple is notoriously elusive. When he is out, probably not even the deaf and mute old monks know his whereabouts.
Especially Xin Lin, who for a moment thought that the little monk before her was the minister himself.
Since the minister was not present, there was nothing Huang Zhijun and the others could do.
With a face full of gloom, she was carried out of Wanshi Mountain by several temple protectors.
"You little wretch, we'll settle our score another day."
