Sun Wukong and White Dragon Horse, within the Guanyin Hall, were having a conversation, let's not elaborate about that for now, Jiang Liu, after finishing his vegetarian meal, under the cheerful and excited lead of two monks, returned to his Zen Room where he was resting.
As monks bearing twelve Scars of Precepts, these two felt immensely honored just to lead the way for Jiang Liu.
After all, for monks, the number of Scars of Precepts sufficed to determine everything.
Jiang Liu's expression was calm, yet his mind was filled with myriad thoughts. Today's banquet hosted by Jinchi treated him to a lavish vegetarian meal, complete with fruits and vegetables, but there were no signs of the flaunting of wealth mentioned in the original story.
Even his attempts to steer the conversation that way were futile; the story was completely different from what he had imagined, they even offered money and kasayas enthusiastically.