"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk has been waiting for a long time."
Zhong Pan suddenly pulled tight the reins, and the white unicorn horse abruptly stopped, restlessly fixing its gaze on the two monks standing side by side in the middle of the road ahead.
Zhao Douan's gaze pierced out from the open curtain of the carriage, and his expression slightly darkened.
Divine Dragon Temple monks?!
Under the moonlight, the two monks blocking the way ahead, one fat and one thin, were unmistakably two monks.
Both were wearing robes of the abbot's rank, their bald heads remarkably conspicuous.
The fat monk clasped one hand in prayer, the other hand supporting a gold-lacquered staff, entirely golden with spiral patterns, with a dense array of metal rings at the top.
The thin monk also clasped one hand, but with the other hand, he held a golden alms bowl. The surface was smooth and clean, devoid of any decorative patterns.
"Guangyuan, Kongzhu!"
