Can’t Say

Not long after, the monk walked in slowly and bowed to Xuanyuan Mo Ze with his hands clasped together: "This monk greets benefactor."

"Great Master, please take a seat." Xuanyuan Mo Ze gestured. The chessboard had already been laid out. 

After Leng Shuang served two cups of hot tea, she stepped back and stood at the side quietly. 

The monk walked forward slowly and sat down. When he heard the giggles of the two children on the other side, he looked over slightly. 

He saw two chubby children being held by two people and being fed. Their delicate faces had smiles that knew no sorrow, and their eyes only contained joy without worries and curiosity about the world about them. 

Upon seeing this, he sighed softly in his heart and secretly shook his head, then he looked away, whispering Amitabha in his heart.