"That group of old monks from Mani Temple sending this young monk to approach me, truly has a deeper meaning..."
Zhang Yao had such thoughts, and it was not unfounded.
His identity was unique; although strong and well-known, he was not an experienced Golden Core powerhouse of the older generation. Therefore, the person sent to contact him was of great significance.
The Mani Temple was not lacking late-stage, perfected Golden Body Arhats. Yet, at least in the matter of receiving Elder Qingxu, a guest from afar, none were more suitable than this young monk.
"I haven't asked Master for his name yet?"
Zhang Yao spoke courteously.
"My monastic name is Zhenhui."
The young monk clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute.
Zhang Yao bowed in return and then said:
"So it's Master Zhenhui."
"I heard Master mention that he came by his teacher's command to observe my words and actions. I wonder who your esteemed teacher might be?"
