The Little Monk watched in a daze as the Little Beggar swaggered inside, leaving him standing there alone, completely unable to figure out what was going on for the longest time.
The Little Beggar somehow knew what the Abbot was thinking, and the Abbot somehow knew what the Little Beggar was doing. Though they had just met, they acted like old acquaintances—it was truly incredible. As the Little Monk pulled the temple gates shut, his mind was filled with a flurry of unanswered questions.
Without needing the Little Monk to guide him, the Little Beggar was clever enough to head straight for the garden where Zixiu was. He had noticed it earlier when he was leaving, realizing that Zixiu was weeding that very garden. He found it quite baffling why such a large temple would require the Abbot himself to do the weeding.
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