Not just anyone could live in the Mingxin Zen Courtyard.

Even a Zen Master like Qing Nan only resided in the Mingli Zen Courtyard, a place considered a tier below Mingxin.

This meant that as a Buddha's Son, Yang An's official status within the Great Virtue Temple was now on par with Zen Masters of their rank.

A Buddha's Son was, after all, a Buddha's Son—beyond compare to ordinary people. Though his Cultivation Level was currently low, this status alone granted him virtually unrestricted access throughout the Land of Great Virtue and Goodness.

"How many Buddha's Sons are in the temple?"

On the way to the Mingxin Zen Courtyard, Yang An couldn't help but ask Zen Master Qing Nan.

After understanding the status and position of a Buddha's Son in the Great Virtue Temple, Yang An was no longer as reserved around Zen Master Qing Nan as before.

Qing Nan's attitude toward him had also clearly grown much warmer and more familiar—something even a fool could see.

"There have been six Buddha's Sons in the Land of Goodness's history. Three are still here at present. You are the fourth."

Qing Nan said with a smile, having completely dropped the airs of a Zen Master. He was already treating Yang An as an equal.

Yang An nodded.

'Just as I thought. I knew I couldn't be the only Buddha's Son in the Great Virtue Temple, but I never imagined there had been six, with as many as three still remaining.'

It was easy to guess why only three of the six remained.

'Under the protection of the Great Virtue Temple, a Buddha's Son would certainly not come to harm. The only explanation is that the former Buddha's Sons have now become today's Zen Masters or Bodhisattvas, or have already shed their status and ascended to a higher level.'

'This alone is enough to show how deep the foundations of the Great Virtue Temple run.'

'Judging from my own situation, it means that these six Buddha's Sons were, at the very least, all True Buddha Reincarnations. They were all former True Buddhas, and not a single one was inferior to me.'

'Still, this is a good thing.'

'If I were the only Buddha's Son, then anything I tried to do would inevitably be under the watchful eyes of countless people, which would greatly restrict any potential undercover operations.'

'The existence of other Buddha's Sons means that others will help share the burden of all the gazes watching me from the shadows. The upper echelons of the Great Virtue Temple won't focus all their energy on me alone.'

'This will naturally make my future actions much easier.'

They soon arrived at the Mingxin Zen Courtyard. It was called a courtyard, but in reality, it was a vast area filled with all sorts of magnificent Zen Rooms.

If not for the ever-present scent of incense and the various Golden Buddha Statues, Yang An would have thought he'd stepped into an imperial palace, a place filled with the corrupt stench of money.

And those Golden Buddha Statues looked like they were made of solid gold and silver.

Though gold and silver were worldly things, location was everything. Here in the Great Virtue Temple, they weren't vulgar in the slightest; instead, they were imbued with a rich Buddha's Charm.

The Mingxin Zen Courtyard was large, yet it felt spacious and empty. Very few people actually lived here; many of the Zen Rooms were vacant, and he could barely sense any human presence.

So Yang An was free to choose any Zen Room he liked.

After escorting Yang An to the Mingxin Zen Courtyard and helping him pick a place to cultivate, Qing Nan took his leave. He clearly had other important matters to attend to.

Just before leaving, Qing Nan mentioned that he would come to visit when he had time, and Yang An naturally nodded in agreement.

'To be a competent undercover agent, being aloof and unfriendly is clearly the worst strategy. It's the easiest way to expose flaws, and the surest way to be suspected and isolated.'

'If I can build my own network of connections within the Great Virtue Temple, it will be much more convenient to do things in the future. Moreover, if something were to happen, it would be less likely to involve me.'

Now that he had successfully infiltrated the Great Virtue Temple and begun his life as an undercover agent, Yang An would of course do whatever was most advantageous.

The Zen Room he chose was in an area where no one else lived. To call it a Zen Room was an understatement; "palatial chamber" would have been a more fitting description.

The Zen Room occupied a large plot of land and its interior was incredibly spacious. But upon entering, he was immediately greeted by the sight of several prominent Buddha statues, both large and small. It gave Yang An a persistent feeling of unease.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

The feeling was like having cameras installed in his room, all his privacy laid bare under someone else's gaze.

These Buddha statues gave him the feeling of being spied on, yet he had no way to block it out.

'After all, I'm currently just at the Fake Food realm. I shouldn't be able to sense these things, nor would I have any way to deal with them.'

'I have to keep up the act. When the time comes that I can reveal sufficient strength, I'll get rid of these things at the first opportunity, regardless of whether they're actually spying on me or not.'

'For now, I can only be as careful as possible to avoid revealing any flaws.'

Inside the Zen Room, Yang An quickly found a Quiet Chamber. Fortunately, this Quiet Chamber was empty except for a meditation cushion; there were no Buddha statues or anything of the sort.

However, the walls were covered with countless Sanskrit characters that looked like tadpoles. They seemed to emit an aura that could calm one's heart and bring peace, making it a good environment for cultivation.