The old monk frowned, stepping out of the great hall, followed by several young people who also walked out, looking somewhat dazed by the scene before them.
Several monks from Golden Light Temple, accompanied by a young man standing on a golden chariot, slowly entered the temple. The monks' faces were pale, their bodies trembling, and eyes flickering with fear, clearly coerced by someone.
The monks inside the temple surrounded the young man on the golden chariot, shouting incessantly.
"Amitabha, who are you, guest, and why have you come to this old monk's temple to cause trouble?"
The old monk brought his hands together and chanted a Buddha's name before looking at Li Xiaobai and speaking.
"My name is Liu Jinshui. I received the care of your temple's Masters Ming De and Ming Dao out at sea and have come today to give my thanks."
Li Xiaobai held a sword in his arms and spoke indifferently.
"You... "
"This old monk doesn't understand what you are talking about!"