Two weeks ago, during the great battle, he personally witnessed the Buddha.
"Hello."
The old monk replied.
After the battle two weeks ago, he could clearly sense the change in attitude from the people around him.
To this, the old monk was indifferent.
He remained himself.
Every day, he wiped and cleaned Tongshou Temple, read the scriptures—nothing had changed.
If he had to name one thing that felt different, it was his resolve to wait until Jason returned.
Jason was undoubtedly the current Master of Tongshou Temple.
Even now, the old monk still firmly believed this.
"Master, is there any news about Jason?"
Hui Lijing asked, her concern evident.
"No, but don't worry."
"Jason is definitely safe."
"He might return at any moment. We just need to be patient and wait."
"Don't forget, even death holds no power over him."
The old monk spoke softly.
His words, accompanied by his gentle tone, were undeniably soothing.
Hui Lijing nodded.
