Jing Yun closed the door and stood guard outside.
As for the so-called abbot's room, the layout was very simple. True practitioners who had transcended the mundane world had nothing to worry about - a bowl of porridge, a dish, a seat, a bed, a pot of tea, a game of chess, and a scroll of sutras were all they needed.
Master Jue Ming sat on a meditation cushion, holding a string of exquisite Buddhist beads in his hand and smiled gently.
Ming Jing quietly observed him. He appeared to be in his fifties, with a slender build, wearing a gray monk robe, and his face was round like a full moon. He had a full forehead, square-shaped cheekbones, divine and compassionate eyebrows and eyes, filled with the light of elegant power and wisdom.
His skin was fair, and his eyes and lips held a smile. He was a joy to look at.