He remembered that the man known as Director Yu would come here once or twice a year, but he never knelt; he sometimes listened to the chanting and mostly just left a stack of incense money and walked away.
Clad in black beneath the blue bricks, his figure was tall and powerful.
Before him was the ancient Buddha statue, overlooking everything below, the dirt and the greatness, the struggling pain and numbness alike.
He just watched like that, only those with insight and a connection to Buddha could discern the mystery within.
Yu Yanshen gazed at the Buddha statue, and after a few seconds, he bent slightly at the waist.
It was unknown when it had started to rain, the drops falling on the blue tiles and white walls, their patter extra clear, inadvertently calming the restless clutter of the mind.
The monk watched quietly, and Su Jue also unconsciously concentrated in silence.
"Is it that if I leave her, she will no longer be afflicted by the filth and negativity from me?"
