C294 His Gentle Words

On the mountain, Master Zhishui was in the meditation room. A monk came in: "Master Zhishui, someone has come to the temple to request for the death of the deceased. The abbot asks if you can go. Are you injured?"

Zhishui pulled his clothes up and said, "It's just a small injury. It's not a big deal. You go back to hosting. I'll go."

He had been feeling a little impatient these past two days