Ninghai Zen was feeling bored, using his hand as a pillow, leaning on a corner of the flying eaves.
Ever since his disciple entered the County City, life had been plain, always feeling like something was missing.
"Before, I could fish and hunt, but after Ah Qi became my disciple, coming and going every day, talking and laughing, I got used to having him around and didn't find it noisy."
Ninghai Zen sighed softly, wondering why he took in Ah Cheng, feeling like a piece of uncarvable rotten wood, unlike teaching Ah Qi which was a pleasure.
"Could it be that as I get older, I always want someone to talk to?"
In the courtyard of Tongwen Hall, Lao Dao was cracking sunflower seeds and scratching his head:
"Young Master, if you have something on your mind, you can tell me."
Ninghai Zen shook his head, his tone calm:
"Nothing, it's just that whenever I think of my disciple staying in the County City, my fist clenches subconsciously, wanting to find someone to loosen my muscles."
