The attendant thought to himself, "This monk is truly bold. Having heard of my young master's reputation, how dare he come knocking? Has he never heard of the notorious Wang Family of Lingquan Town?"
But just as he was about to reprimand the monk, he met the monk's gentle gaze. The attendant, who usually bullied and abused the locals under the young master's command, found himself unable to utter a single curse.
The young master was a Daoist, and as his attendant, he could neither believe in Buddhism nor dare to.
He felt no trace of fear.
Yet, as he looked into the monk's eyes, he sensed something indescribable.
If he had to describe it, he could only recall the word often spoken by wandering monks who came to his home seeking alms and were driven away—Buddha-nature.
In these chaotic times, monks seemed to be increasing in number for some unknown reason.
The attendant said, "Wait here, I'll go inform him."
"Thank you."
