Want to see the bride clearly.

...

The monk was slowly squeezed out of the last crowd.

...

Everyone is paying attention to the bride in red.

No one cares about the poor Miss Six who died.

after all……

No matter how many ladies, it has nothing to do with them.

They have nothing else to do except sigh at the passing of a life.

...

The monk silently closed his five fingers.

Finally, he looked at the bustling gongs and drums not far away, and turned around.

...

The monk came to the back door of the house.

...

Compared with the lively moments in front, the back door is as deserted as ever.

The noise ahead almost does not exist.

...

"Dongdong~"

The monk raised his hand and knocked on the back door.

...

After the monk knocked on the third time, the door was opened.

At the same time, there were also rude words.

"Who?"

"Knock and knock..."

"Do you know where this is?"

"Just whatever-"

The man's voice came to an abrupt end.

"Great, Master?"

What appeared before him was a monk wearing a cassock.

The demeanor around him made him call out the master naturally.

The man couldn't help swallowing.

...

"Amitabha."

The monk shouted the Buddha's name.

...

"Amitabha."

The man immediately lowered his head and shouted.

"master."

The man looked at the monk nervously and puzzledly, "You..."

"Are you here to beg for alms?"

This is the reason why the monk appeared at the back door that he could think of.

If it is invited by the master or wife of the mansion, then the person should go to the front door.

Or at least there should be servants waiting here to lead the way.

...

The man turned his head and looked.

Um.

Only him.

No one else.

...

The monk smiled and shook his head.

"No."

"I'm looking for someone."

The monk simply expressed his purpose.

...

ah?

The man was stunned.

Looking for someone?

"Who are you looking for?"

Is there an old friend of a master in their mansion?

But he had never seen this master before...

...

"I want to pay homage to Miss Six's mother."

The monk's face was smiling.

It seems to be talking about a trivial requirement.

...

The man was stunned.

"Miss Six, Miss Six?"

The man's face changed slightly.

...

"It's Miss Six's mother."

The monk corrected the man's statement.

...

The man shook his head.

"Even if you want to see Miss Six, you won't see me."

"Miss Six's mother is not something you can see just as you want."

Where can I see a foreign man casually in the back house?

Even if the other party is a middle-aged monk.

...

"Please report."

The monk's expression remained unchanged and his tone was gentle.

"Just say that old friends who live in a nearby inn are visiting."

"Mrs. Meet me."

...

"Really?"

The man is not sure.

"Don't let me be scolded at that time."

...
To be continued...