"Master, what on earth are you talking about!"
The Little Monk was somewhat anxious upon hearing this: "Someone has gone missing now! The members of the Celestial Strategy Mansion are at the door wanting to see you, saying there's something to discuss! They won't leave if you don't speak! What should we do?"
The white-haired monk looked at the Little Monk and rubbed his head: "You go out and tell them… I wasn't sure before, but now I'm almost certain—it's 'Scenery' embellishing its dream."
"Scenery? Embellishing its dream?"
"Yes."
"What does that mean?"
"Just pass the message on, they'll figure it out… now close your eyes."
"Ah? Why should I close my eyes!?"
"Restrain arrogance and impatience."
"..."
The Little Monk had no choice but to put his hands together and close his eyes.
The white-haired monk saw this and followed suit, putting his hands together and chanting.
