The old monk pushed him toward the door. "You'll figure it out. Don't waste this gift you've been given."
The door swung open.
Assistant Cheng, who had been waiting outside, immediately straightened up, as did the young monk who had led Fei Chuan to the prayer room earlier.
Fei Chuan turned back. "Can't you just tell me? I'll expand the temple and make sure you receive donations every month for as long as any of my company stands." He spoke solemnly.
Assistant Cheng, who had been mentally preparing to step in and apologize in case his boss became too disrespectful, froze at what he just heard.
What did he just say? Donation?!
His boss—who refused to even greet monks, let alone give them a single cent—was now offering monthly donations?!
The old monk paused for a moment. He seemed tempted. But then he shook his head. "Although I can no longer read the future or the heavens, they have not abandoned me. The oath I took will remain active forever."
"What oath did you take?"
