After finishing his words, the old man patted Zhang Ze's shoulder loudly and then picked up the recorder, heading back to the village without turning back.
Zhang Ze, "..."
Li climbed back onto Zhang Ze's head, hugging her small arms and shaking her head.
"So sad, can't you be as simple-minded as me?"
....
The old man didn't deceive Zhang Ze; knocking on the door indeed grants entrance to the Buddhist Sect's temple.
Zhang Ze hadn't finished knocking when a little bald head emerged.
Perhaps due to the baldness, Zhang Ze struggled to recognize who it was, but the monk knew him.
"Why is Senior Brother Zhang arriving so late? Weren't you coming with Senior Sister Xiaoxue?"
Zhang Ze scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed. He didn't mention his mental battle with the air, and awkwardly changed the topic.
"Is Master Konghai here?"
"The host is not here. He mentioned that if you come, go directly to the Beilin area—your friend is waiting for you with important news.
