Lin Xiaosu strolled out of the side hall and stumbled upon the little monk, who tilted his head back and told him, "Benefactor, I've checked, I am twelve years and three months and seven days old."
This was in response to Lin Xiaosu's bet.
Lin Xiaosu successfully made his master open his eyes.
He fulfilled the wager, revealing to Lin Xiaosu his true age.
"Hmm, not bad!" Lin Xiaosu patted his sleek little head: "Now I can pat your head without any worries."
"Benefactor, why is that?" The little monk didn't understand.
"I was a bit worried that you were an old monk of over a hundred years, and me patting you like this would be quite impolite. But since you've said so yourself, you're still a child, so it's fine." Lin Xiaosu said, "Goodbye!"
"Benefactor, are you going home?"
"Maybe, who cares?" Lin Xiaosu strode down the mountain, while the little monk watched him leave under the Bodhi Tree.
Time passed, hour by hour...
