What About You?

Elizabeth knew that it was very immoral and impolite to eavesdrop, but she still did it. The antique wooden window of the house was pasted with paper. The paper happened to be broken. She stood there and looked inside. When she saw the person in the house, she immediately widened her eyes in surprise. The monk in monk robes who looked to be in his fifties was sitting in front of the table. He did not raise his head and he was staring at the scripture on the table, running the beads through the fingers of one hand. The man who dressed in white casual clothes and standing in front of the monk was actually Xavier!   But... why was he here? Why did he say that he came to see... the monk? At this moment, the monk put his palms together and said, "Amita Buddha! I'm just a monk. Thank you for your sincerity." Hearing this, Xavier frowned slightly and smiled helplessly, "For my sincerity?" The monk didn't speak. Xavier shook his head with a smile, "These words are really a little ironic. Ahem.