In the clean and tidy meditation room, Su Yaoqi was meditating.
Even though he was under Master Xu Yun, aside from not having shaved his head, his daily routine was not much different from the other disciples.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside, with equal time intervals between each knock, conveying no urgency.
A mind as calm as still water, neither arrogant nor impatient, is the basic skill of a Buddhist disciple's practice.
The person outside was not impatient, and the person meditating inside was equally composed. After replying, he got up, put on his shoes, walked over to open the door, and saw it was his senior brother Shiming, who was responsible for interpreting the fortune sticks for the guests. Su Yaoqi asked him, "Senior Brother Shiming, what can I do for you?"
Shiming said, "There are two female patrons outside who wish to see you."
"Female patrons?" Su Yaoqi's first thought was that family had come.
