Sang Yan thought about it, and it did seem to be the case.
But, what did it matter to her what other people were like?
They were just passersby.
They had nothing to do with her.
Sang Yan thought this way, but when she did the evening prayers, she saw that passerby again.
He knelt before the Buddha statue, motionless, like a wooden figure.
By the time she had finished the evening prayers, he still maintained that kneeling posture. Thinking that he had been here since morning, she didn't know how long he had been kneeling.
Weirdo.
Thinking this, Sang Yan returned to her room.
The next day,
she went to perform the morning prayers, and that weirdo was still there, still in the same kneeling posture.
A little monk brought him some vegetarian food.
He thanked him, swallowed a couple of bites hastily, then suddenly, his head slanted, and he threw it all up.
"Ugh, ugh—"
He vomited so much that tears came out.
The entire temple hall was filled with a foul smell.
