บท 457: Birds of a Feather Flock Together

In a flash, the golden Buddhist light arrived before Wu Qi. A scent of sandalwood caressed his face, freshening his spirit and calming his mind. It was mild and gentle, like the spring waters passing through the mountains that showered one with a bit of chill. It was a supreme grade sandalwood which had been refined with Buddhist techniques.

A fair and burly monk stood amidst the golden light, putting his palms together as he offered Wu Qi a greeting with a big smile on his face. He was clad in a yellow kasaya, wearing a pair of boots threaded with numerous tiny pearls, and a Buddhist crown socketed with jades on his head. To his left and right were a pair of boy and girl, whose skin was fair and smooth, as if they were made out of flour. Both of them had an upward ponytail above their heads, and were staring at Wu Qi with their big, black eyes.