Moving the Capital to Chenzhou (IX)

He was about to lift his legs then he stopped. Zhangping focused intently wanting to hear the purpose of the monk's arrival.

The owner of the peasant household spoke after considering, "There is such a Langjun indeed, does the reverend know him?"

The old monk touched his beads and replied, "There's such a fate that exists between us, will you be willing to announce my arrival to him?"

Without waiting for the owner to decide if he should agree or reject, Zhangping stepped forward.

"Is Zixiao the person the reverend is seeking for?"

Zhangping knew Wei Ci had many friends, but this monk before him was eccentric: how does he know Wei Ci is resting here?

"Exactly, is my young friend, Wei, doing well?"

Zhangping mostly believed him, so he retreated to invite the old monk and the accompanying novice monk to enter the house. It was presently summer at its most intense, and it was kinder to invite them in from the heat of the day.