Qin Shou followed the gaze and saw among a group of Buddhism disciples, there was a monk with a crooked and tattered hat, one foot thrown onto the table, one hand gnawing on a chicken leg, and the other waving a broken fan, grinning at him.
When the monk realized Qin Shou had spotted him, he immediately averted his gaze, looking either up at the sky, down at the ground, or off to the side... anyway, he didn't make eye contact with Qin Shou again.
There's a problem... He's up to something... This guy definitely has a problem! Hmm... Why does his gaze seem so familiar? Let's take a closer look.
Qin Shou mumbled to himself as he climbed down from the table and staggered over.
The monk, noticing the rabbit approaching, seemed a bit flustered, but quickly regained his composure and continued to grin at Qin Shou.