In the next moment, the little monk began to make a commotion and was ready to emerge.
As the young monk emerged, he rushed over to the chubby boy without a word, extending his gentle, small hands to caress the boy's head. "Amitabha," he said.
"Benefactor, I know you quite well," he continued, his words directed at the chubby child.
Qiao Mu watched with a bemused expression.
"You've resorted to such foolish actions because of your loneliness," the little chubby boy, clad only in a red undergarment, whimpered a couple of times. Then, he stopped crying and gazed up at the little monk, whose face radiated benevolence, surrounded by an ethereal Buddhist aura.
"Little Master!" The chubby child exclaimed, throwing himself into the arms of the young monk.
