Song Ci was shocked by Lin Qing's aesthetic view while also sizing up Buhui.
He had eyebrows sloping downward, a circle of raccoon-like whiskers at his cheeks, a big bald head, and a string of star-moon bodhi prayer beads hanging on his chest, likely often held and rubbed in his palm, giving the beads a polished look.
But this somewhat unkempt image reminded Song Ci of Lu Zhishen from film and television dramas.
While Song Ci was sizing up Buhui, he was also sizing her up, glanced at her face, furrowed his eyebrows slightly and then relaxed, clasped his hands and bent his body: "The humble monk Buhui greets Madam."
Song Ci came to her senses, quickly clasped her hands in return, smiled and said: "Master, no need for formality, this old one greets you."
Buhui grinned and said: "Madam seems somewhat stunned upon seeing this humble monk, I wonder why? Did my appearance startle Madam?"
"Ah?" Song Ci replied: "I just happened to think of a certain character upon seeing Master."
