Ye Siming carried Gu Nuo'er out of the main hall.
The moment Old Monk Zhijue met the youth's eyes, Ye Siming frowned.
He subconsciously protected Gu Nuo'er in his arms.
It was as if he was afraid that the old monk would get someone to take the child away from him.
However, Zhijue only looked at him with an old and kind and calm gaze.
"Benefactor, the two of you are covered in blood. To avoid being seen in a sorry state, please leave through the back door."
After Zhijue finished speaking, he pressed his palms together.
To see blood in a temple was actually a great sin of disrespect to gods and Buddhas.
However, he neither asked for the reason nor asked Ye Siming to pay the price.
He just quietly told him that he could leave.
Gu Nuo'er blinked her watery black eyes and said with her pink lips, "Monk grandpa, I'm sorry for dirtying your hall!"
Zhijue naturally recognized the little princess.