NOVPUBThe audience was still immersed in the music, with some already craning their necks towards the backstage, eager to learn more about the composer.
To prevent Shen Roujia from being troubled, Tao Hua stepped down and said, “Jiao Niang is a guest I invited. She composed the piece on a whim today.”
The crowd, clearly familiar with the name, gasped in surprise. No one could have imagined that Glamourous Pavilion could afford to invite such a person.
Shen Roujia was also curious about the young monk, so she agreed without much thought.
However, as Tao Hua watched the two leave, he found it odd and instructed the maid to follow and attend to them.
The young monk led Shen Roujia to a private room, carefully avoiding the crowd’s gaze.
He remained composed, and his conversation with Shen Roujia revolved solely around the melody—he was truly pure and untainted.
“Master, I heard you are here waiting for someone?” Shen Roujia asked.
The young monk pressed his palms together and nodded slightly, “Indeed, I am the abbot of the Guanglu Temple, with the Dharma name Yong Gui.”
Shen Roujia politely refrained from observing him too closely, avoiding eye contact just as he did.
“May I ask, Master Yong Gui, are you truly waiting for a young girl?”
Yong Gui seemed puzzled, his confusion evident. “Yes, but I cannot explain it clearly. She told me to wait for her.”
Shen Roujia glanced at Yong Gui. There seemed to be a line in his heart, separating the secular world from the Buddhist path. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand—it was that he lacked the courage to cross that line.
Despite his young age, he had already ascended to the position of abbot, a sign that he was destined for the Dharma.
Shen Roujia felt a bit curious to hear his story, but she knew that such individuals could not be treated lightly. 𝔫𝔬𝖛𝖕𝔲𝖇.𝖈𝖔𝖒
She remained silent, seemingly waiting.
Yong Gui, too, waited. Only when the tea had gone cold did he finally speak again, “You are different from others.”
