As he approached the monk, Shen Yue felt no unease within him. However, he hesitated to speak, unsure of how to start the conversation.
The monk simply looked at Shen Yue quietly, waiting for him to ask his questions.
After a while, Shen Yue came up with a question, "May I ask, Venerable Monk, how long have you been here?"
The monk smiled faintly. His gaze was clear and bright when he smiled, it was striking and even made one overlook his age.
"This old monk travels all around, wandering from place to place," the monk's voice was deep and gentle, "I arrived in Bangkok last night."
Shen Yue felt a slight stir in his heart, murmuring: "So Venerable Monk is a wandering monk?"
The term "wandering monk" triggered a memory in Shen Yue, and he realized what he wanted to ask. "In that case, Venerable Monk, do you know of a monk by a certain name?" He hesitated a bit, thinking it would be too convenient if this monk knew the whereabouts of the wandering monk Shikong.