บท 226: Chapter 225: Disaster of Blood

The old monk was sitting on the kang in a side room. Seeing Chen Afu coming in with a food box, he smiled with squinted eyes.

He put his hands together and said, "Amitabha Buddha, I have been eagerly awaiting our female benefactor, and behold, she arrives. You consistently act with purpose, ensuring you will enjoy lasting prosperity and longevity."

Chen Afu smiled joyfully at these kind words. She set the food box on the table beside the bed, and bowing respectfully to the old monk, replied, "Master, as an esteemed monk, your blessings for my lasting prosperity bring me great joy. However, I am hardly worthy of your anticipation."

The old monk invited Chen Afu to sit down. He took two pieces of dessert from the food box and savored them. He then pronounced, "Delicious."

He then looked at her and asked, "Where is the young benefactor who came with you last time? This old monk misses him dearly."