Endless Beginning and End

Within the dark and quiet meditation chamber, it was spacious and tranquil. In the huge space there was only one person, lying on his side, chanting Buddhist scriptures without sincerity while drinking wine and eating meat.

In front of him were all kinds of delicacies, as well as fragrant wine.

What was weird was that when the wine and meat was in his mouth it didn't affect his speaking. His tempo had its own rhythm, and his voice was like a broken Gong, but when one heard it, it was really pleasing to the ear.

Occasionally he would knock on a wooden fish, really casual and carefree.

If Jingyin was here she would recognize that this person was that old monk who spoke to her, that extremely kind person.

Suddenly a Yin wind swept up. When Linghai reacted, a person had appeared in front of him. It was another monk, square-faced with large ears, similar to the look in books used to describe people with good fortune. However, he was frowning deeply.