Upon hearing Xu Zimei's words, the little monk slightly shook his head.
"I have never met with the benefactor."
"Then why do you greet me?" Xu Zimei asked.
There are clearly so many people here.
The little monk obviously came with a purpose.
The little acolyte smiled and explained, "Benefactor, do not misunderstand.
From a young age, I practiced in the Hongmeng Demon Sect.
By the grace of the patriarch, my Dharma Eye was opened.
I can see gods and Buddhas above, and ghosts and demons below."
"Today, in this Qi City, only the benefactor is shrouded in mist, though the little monk cannot see through it.
But I know that the benefactor is an extraordinary person.
So I came to become acquainted."
"You, little monk, are quite straightforward," Xu Zimei chuckled.
"The master taught that to open one's heart, one must first open one's own heart," the little acolyte replied.
"The little monk has learned the Great Dao well," Xu Zimei replied.
