"Oh?"
Zhou Heng's eyebrows slightly raised as he chuckled, "And how did you come to that conclusion?"
The date-red horse shook its head, glanced at the monk, snorted loudly, and immediately, snot sprayed out, landing on the monk's clothing.
However, the monk did not get angry. He put his hands together in a gesture of respect and smiled, "I am a true disciple of Jia Ye Temple, my dharma name is Shan Yuan. Observing this horse, its movements are like a dragon, its vitality like the seas and rivers, truly not of the ordinary, thus it is predestined with our Buddha Sect."
Zhou Heng chuckled slightly, patted the date-red horse beside him, "You've said so much, Master, but what exactly do you wish to do? You might as well speak plainly."
"Then I shall speak directly," Shan Yuan monk replied with his hands together, his attitude very humble, "A few days ago, I unfortunately lost my horse, which caused me great pain. I could not eat, nor could I sleep at night.