But obviously, he hadn't wholly renounced worldly desires, because when he saw Angela, his fair face immediately blushed red: "Ladies, every day at Mystic Hideaway Temple, we select a few destined individuals to enjoy a pot of tea brewed with our Holy Water. Today, you are the chosen ones. Please follow me to the tea room."
"Holy Water?"
"There is a well at Mystic Hideaway Temple, the water from which can cure all diseases."
Angela burst out laughing: "In this day and age, people still believe in these things? If that well is so useful, why do we need hospitals?"
The young monk was somewhat embarrassed by her laughter, and his face turned even redder: "Miss, the legend... well, that's how the legend goes."
The young monk's face turned red like a ripe tomato.
