Qin Liuxi looked with some astonishment at an old monk sitting by the oil lamp; his appearance was almost identical to Zhi Cheng who was drinking and eating meat outside.
But this person looked very old and weathered, sitting on straw, with folded thin quilts piled behind him. He hunched his back, coughed occasionally, and was burdened with merit but also karmic entanglement, full of contradictions.
Beside the old monk were three or four other monks, also burdened with karmic entanglement, not karma but carrying karmic causes.
Everyone appeared listless, their clothes were worn and wrinkled, their hands cracked, nails black with dirt and grime.
Qin Liuxi glanced at a large bamboo basket in front of the hut, filled with earthy and smelly soil, while next to the hut was a mud house with rows of shelves holding pinched and painted Evil Buddha Statues.
Qin Liuxi narrowed her eyes. So these Buddha statues were pinched by the monks in front of her?
