That was the old man at Ban Yan Temple halfway up the mountain, telling stories to passersby, especially children!
Compared to the last time she saw him when he seemed relatively healthy, he was now much thinner, like a withered tree in his entirety, wearing a gray robe washed to a pale shade. The robe hung on him as if draped over a dead tree, and he walked with a wobbly gait, still keeping his short hair, with his beard and hair streaked with white, walking behind a group of monks, appearing neither monk nor layman.
He unexpectedly came to Dayan Temple.
Moreover, he had entered the Scripture Pavilion to participate in the Inner Altar Dharma Assembly?!
Shang Ruyi was amazed, watching him with wide eyes as he stepped out of the Scripture Pavilion, muttering something about "drawing a dragon," and "true dragon," as he walked along the corridor.
As he looked up, he saw Shang Ruyi.
Despite her surprise, Shang Ruyi smiled at him.
