The back courtyard, huh?
Xu Yunfan gazed at the tightly shut, vermilion-lacquered gate not far away.
He took a long, deep look. Just as he was about to turn and leave, his feet suddenly stopped.
A gray-robed monk of an incredibly imposing stature had appeared in the corner of the wall at some unknown time, standing no more than ten-odd meters away. Muscles rippled like burrowing earth dragons beneath his coarse kasaya, and with every breath, two distinct plumes of hot mist, like white silk, were clearly visible. And yet, his eyes and brows held a compassionate expression as he looked at him with a smile.
'What a tall monk. He must be at least two and a half meters tall!'
'Standing there, he was the very image of a Vajra Arhat.'
"This humble monk is Pu Wu. Patron, you have been wandering the temple all day. Might I ask what you are looking for?"
