Liansheng 32 (I)

A man of old age and high status deserved respect. The withered old monk had sat on the Bone Mountain and atoned for his sins for decades. It seemed that he wasn't a useless old one like Quni Madi. Ning Que kept his bow behind him but did not step forward. He looked at the withered old monk from about ten feet away and said respectfully, "I'm indeed a student of the Academy. The Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine has indeed opened. But I do not understand why your senior would say that this floor full of bones are the results of your sins?"

The old monk laughed weakly. He said, "This is a complicated story."

One would always hear an incredible story from a long time ago whenever they met someone interesting in a valley. Perhaps it was because Ning Que had already anticipated this, he was very calm and said softly, "Please, senior, tell us about it."