Chapter 452: Golden Lotus
The halo of the Vajra Platform's seventh barrier gradually stabilized, transforming into a simple, half-open wooden door.
The door opened silently, and an old monk walked out.
This old monk appeared to be around seventy or eighty years old, his frame withered and thin, wearing a gray cloth monk's robe that had been washed until it was faded, barefoot with some dust on his feet.
His face was ordinary, wrinkles crisscrossing like ravines. His eyes were slightly narrowed, seeming awake yet not awake. Not a trace of aura leaked from his body, making him appear as ordinary as any old farmer from the mountains.
He stood so plainly and unremarkably three steps in front of Chen Qing, pressing his palms together and bowing slightly, "Benefactor, please sit."
As his words fell, two meditation cushions appeared out of thin air on the stone platform between them, one old and one new.
Chen Qing's heart tensed slightly. This old monk had appeared without any warning. He hadn't even detected any spatial fluctuations or traces of True Origin circulation.
"This junior Chen Qing greets the Master." Chen Qing put away his spear and bowed, then sat cross-legged on the newer meditation cushion as instructed.
The old monk sat down on the opposite cushion. His posture was casual, yet possessed an indescribable harmonious charm, as if he and this Vajra Platform, and this heaven and earth, were originally one entity.