When Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo arrived, they saw Wuchen sitting face to face with a dignified master, while Zhuang Shicheng and his two sons sat to the side with somewhat indescribable expressions.
Ye Qingqing also heard Wuchen say "old monk," and her expression froze for a moment, but she didn't feel anything. This unlucky kid always spoke so meanly; he never spoke properly. She was already used to it.
But Master Liujue, who was walking in front, was furious. Master Daoyi was the one he respected the most. Even the abbot of Dafosi Temple did not dare to act recklessly in front of Master Daoyi and was as respectful as a grandson. How dare this little bald man speak disrespectfully in front of the master?
This is outrageous!
Master Liujue was furious. Although he was a monk, he usually dealt with people in the secular world, so his temper was not very mild and he was prone to showing his emotions. He stepped forward, ready to teach the little bald boy a lesson about how to behave.
But as he got closer, the nearsighted Master Liujue realized that Master Daoyi wasn't angry at all. He was all smiles and much kinder than he was to him and the abbot. The words of reprimand he wanted to say were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back down.
It's best to wait and see.
The most important reason why Master Liujue was chosen to be the head of the external affairs office was that he was good at reading people and had excellent eloquence, which was much better than his other clumsy fellow disciples.
Ye Qingqing saw the plate in front of Wuchen, with a few golden pastries left. They looked like fried dough twists, a specialty of Beijing. They were made by mixing sesame flour and flour into a dough, rolling it into sheets, and then deep-frying it. They were crispy and delicious, and children loved to eat them.
"I'm thirsty, old monk, could you give me some water?"
Wuchen had intended to leave, but after eating too much fried dough twists (that should be the name, but don't worry about it if it's wrong), he was very thirsty, so he shouted at Master Daoyi and sat down again.
Ye Qingqing's lips twitched. Although she didn't know Dao Yi, even Zhuang Shicheng could only sit respectfully on the ground, in a lower seat, without uttering a single complaint. This showed that the master above must be the internationally renowned Master Dao Yi, as mentioned by Master Liujue.
That unlucky kid has no manners, calling everyone "old monk" all the time. He's asking for a beating!
But Master Daoyi wasn't angry at all; instead, he smiled even more kindly and asked the young novice monk standing to the side to pour him tea.
"The cup is too small!"
Wuchen disdainfully tossed aside the teacup, snatched the teapot, and gulped down a mouthful of tea, letting out several burps before handing the teapot back to the little novice monk, whose face was turning dark.
The pot is empty.
It was a fine Yixing purple clay teapot, Master Daoyi's favorite. He had been playing with it for over ten years and usually couldn't bear to take it out to use. Now, however, the little bald boy had ruined it. The young novice was heartbroken and secretly cursed Wuchen for being a fool.
"The tea is delicious too. You have a lot of good stuff here, old monk," Wuchen praised generously.
The fried dough twists tasted better than anything she'd had elsewhere, and the tea was also delicious—it was all good stuff. Wuchen was a connoisseur, especially sensitive to food.
Master Daoyi smiled even more kindly, his Buddha-like light shining everywhere. "I have even more delicious food here. Would you like to come and stay with me for a long time?"
Wuchen glared at him warily, "You want to trick me into becoming your apprentice?"
Hmph, she could tell the old monk had no good intentions at a glance.
Before Master Daoyi could answer, Wuchen shook his head vigorously, "Don't even think about it, I already have a master!"
After saying that, the unfortunate kid looked at Master Daoyi with disdain, as if to say, "With your pathetic appearance, you think you can be my master? Dream on!"
In Wuchen's heart, the two down-on-their-luck monks in the small, dilapidated temple in Tiedan's hometown will always be her masters, forever!
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