Mu Daoist muttered, "Golden Cicada?"
The moonlight was dim, and seeing Zhou Yi's half-smile, Mu Daoist felt as if he had suffered a great loss in silence.
'However, the word 'Tianpeng' is indeed very impressive.'
He thought to himself, quite pleased with the title.
Mu Daoist donned his monk's robes with a touch of disdain, tightened the sleeves and waistband, and tried to put on the Vairocana hat. Zhou Yi reached out to stop him:
"No, we haven't taken the tonsure yet, and wearing this Vairocana hat wouldn't look out of place. Even if there were Western monks, they wouldn't dress like us."
"What should we do then?" The short, fat Taoist casually tossed the Vairocana hat aside.
Zhou Yi asked, "What kind of ceremony will tomorrow be?"
"It won't be solemn, just a bare-bones ceremony. A
