"Master, what are you talking about?"
The Little Monk repeated the same words as before.
The monk, with hair and beard all white, snapped back to reality at the words, chanted softly, and then said lightly, "It's nothing... I just encountered a very special person, someone who can stay lucid in the Illusion Dream of the landscape and drag it on until the long passage of time ends."
"Landscape? Someone who drags it on until the long passage of time ends?"
The Little Monk tilted his head, still not understanding.
The monk didn't explain further but slowly turned his head, gazing out the window at the famous Medicine Buddha Pagoda, muttering to himself, "Who could it be?"
"..."
The Little Monk realized that his question would not be answered and simply stopped speaking.
However, after the monk's self-murmuring, he looked back at the Little Monk and took the initiative to ask, "...Earlier, did you say the members of the Celestial Strategy Mansion have left?"
At the same time.
