When he had some free time, he could sit to one side and read through the scriptures.
"Monk, we meet again."
Xiao Mo had just sat down when a soft, sweet female voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
Xiao Mo looked up and saw Tushan Jing Ci standing gracefully beside him, a smile on her face.
"Is your foot feeling better, Miss?" Xiao Mo asked.
"It hasn't fully healed yet, but your medicine was very helpful. I can walk on my own now, though it's still a bit painful."
Tushan Jing Ci blinked as she looked at Xiao Mo, her voice holding a delicate charm.
"Besides, I felt I had to come and thank you for saving me yesterday, Monk."
She paused, gently offering him a box of pastries she was carrying. "These are just a small token of my appreciation. Please accept them, Monk."
"You're too kind, Miss. Saving you was simply my duty as a disciple of the Buddhist School." Xiao Mo gently shook his head, politely refusing.
