The monk was silent for a few seconds, then said, "You could say that."
"What exactly is that thing?" Sun Hang leaned closer, "Could you tell me?"
"Human desire," the monk said.
"What?" Sun Hang frowned.
"Materialized desire," the monk answered, "When you see it, you'll naturally understand... But I still hope that before then, you choose to leave this place."
On the monk, Sun Hang smelled a faint musty odor, like the dusty mildew scent that wafts out from a long-sealed bookshelf when opened.
It wasn't unpleasant, but it brought a sense of distance as if from another world.
Sun Hang increasingly felt that this monk was like a walking human-shaped antique, or rather, the impression he left on Sun Hang was more like that of an undead creature that normally lay asleep in a tomb, occasionally rising to roam about.
