The house was filled with sandalwood, and the sound of chanting was everywhere. Zhao Bin looked at the old abbot sitting on the Pu Tuan and guessed from his heart.

He had been sitting here for more than twenty minutes, and when he came in and sat down, the abbot just reached out and asked him to sit down. He never spoke, not even opened his eyes.

The Abbot in front of us looks very kind, and his earlobes are very large, but they are like the earlobes of Buddha in the Journey to the West.

Inside the small room, two people sit cross-legged on the top of the Pu...