She said, "I asked you first."
The white-robed monk walked a few steps further inside, just reaching the center of the Buddhist Hall, in front of the incense table facing the Buddha altar. Upon hearing her words, he stopped again, but did not immediately turn around, instead standing silently for a moment.
After a while, Shang Ruyi saw him raise his hand and place a string of prayer beads from his hand onto the incense table.
Then, he said, "The clouds part and the mists disperse over the Nine Provinces,"
"..."
Shang Ruyi frowned once more.
It was—
Before she could fully comprehend this sentence, the man slightly bowed his head again, using both hands to slowly remove another string of Buddha Beads from around his neck, chanting softly, "I do not see the sentient beings, only the white head."
"..."
This time, Shang Ruyi understood.
It was a verse.
