Gu Jiao had never been so bamboozled in her life, and particularly by a doughy little dumpling.
"You clearly stated that you wouldn't go down the mountain with me, monks should practice honesty!"
"That was just the past me, and now the current me is completely unconnected! Now, I promise to go down the mountain with you!"
Gu Jiao: Is that even allowed?
The little monk dashed into the house, "Master! Someone wants to adopt me!"
Gu Jiao: Hold on, I'm pretty sure those weren't my exact words!
"Who might that be?" asked the kindly abbot.
The little monk pointed at Gu Jiao, "Her!"
Gu Jiao, who had just stepped into the meditation room was stunned, "....."
"Ah, so it's the young Gu, Amitabha." The abbot raised his palm in a Buddhist greeting to Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao cleared her throat, saying, "Master, what I actually meant was..."
The abbot gave her a gentle smile. "Young Gu, I understand your intentions. You needn't worry. I won't make things difficult for you."