Shuqing smiled slightly, immediately understanding what Lin Tian was talking about.

Holding a Buddhist ceremony, he laughed and said, "Liou has already met with me, so there’s no need for thanks, and Liou has already gone back down the mountain."

Lin Tian paused for a moment, then gave Shuqing a grateful look.

Lin Tian understood Liou Qingcheng’s personality; she’s straightforward and quite stubborn. This trip was mainly to express gratitude, and if she hadn’t met Shuqing to thank him in person, she would have found a way to stay a little longer.

A girl wanting to stay at the Five Pure Ones Temple is simply impossible.

Master Shu Xuanyi’s reputation is very well-known across the Celestial Dragon Continent, and countless people wish to see him, but most don’t get the opportunity.

So personally meeting Liou Qingcheng, Lin Tian’s gratitude is justified.

Lin Tian opened his mouth to express his thanks, but Shuqing waved his hand to stop him.

"No need to thank me. The ’Nine Talks on Enlightenment’ you prepared for Qiyi is invaluable. Can you allow others at the temple to see it?" Shuqing asked.

This isn’t an ordinary book; it’s a masterpiece praised by Shuqing and Mingqian, combining Mo, Confucian, and Dao schools into an enlightening work.

If made public, its status wouldn’t be lower than the ’Four Books and Five Classics.’

The book is Lin Tian’s, specifically gifted to Qiyi.

But it was just Qiyi. In this selfish era of cultivation, every rare object is invaluable. How could one let it circulate freely, even if it’s a book for children?

Lin Tian didn’t hesitate and nodded in agreement, "Of course, this book was written by ancestors, and spreading it is a good thing."

Shuqing made a gesture of respect with one hand, smiling at Lin Tian, "Hahaha, on behalf of the Five Pure Ones Temple, I thank you."

"Just a small gift, a small gift. Compare it to your Tribulation-Blocking Spirit Jade, it’s nothing."

"Hypocrite!" Wang Sijing muttered softly.

Lin Tian heard it clearly but didn’t bother with the woman. He said to Master Shu Xuanyi, "But this book only suits children’s reading. It’s not necessary for all the monks to read it, right?"

"Who says adults don’t need enlightenment? Didn’t scientists say that human brain cells, throughout a lifetime, are developed only ten percent? This book is beneficial for a lifetime."

Lin Tian laughed, "Alright, the book is yours now, use it as you wish. I’ve prayed, seen the mountains and clouds, and should head down now. But I have an unconventional request; can I take some tea from the mountain back home for my elders?"

Shuqing smiled and nodded, "Of course, I heard you are the one who revealed the bitterness of the tea?"

Shuqing’s old eyes were keen, looking at Lin Tian.

Lin Tian smiled wryly, "Just a momentary impulse."

"Do you know, your impulse made the monk who gifted the tea pass away yesterday."

"What?" Due to the surprise, Lin Tian’s voice cracked. "He passed away, this matter... shouldn’t be blamed on me, right?"

Suddenly, Lin Tian felt a headache, the situation was ridiculous.

Just because he mentioned the bitterness of tea, the old monk passed away, and he was still to blame?

It’s what people mean by the trouble you face even while sitting idly at home.

Wang Sijing burst into laughter, watching the drama unfold. This time, surely Lin Tian would get into trouble?

Don’t be fooled by the Buddhists’ kindness, they don’t tolerate loss. A revered monk passing away has connections to Lin Tian, he’s bound to face difficulty today.

In the Five Pure Ones Temple, masters are everywhere, and even if Lin Tian possesses a Golden Core, it won’t help!

"Masters, aren’t your words too far-fetched? Even though the master has passed away, I feel sad, but this has nothing to do with me."

"Why are you sad?" Mingqian said, "Although he passed away, it’s not a bad thing, it’s a good thing. One could say, he attained enlightenment."

"Ah?" Lin Tian’s mouth hung open, struggling to process. The sudden turn was too ’surprising,’ wasn’t it?

Shuqing’s face held a smile, jokingly saying, "Faqing has once again outpaced us."

...

The Five Pure Ones Temple is vast. Besides the Great Hero Hall, Bodhi Platform, and Zen Yard, there are many extremely private areas.

These places are for the monks’ cultivation, including an exclusive courtyard where resident elders like Shuqing and Mingqian live, known as the Elder Council.

Located atop the highest temple on the Five Pure Mountains, the base is rugged with weird-shaped stones. Climbing up to the Elder Council, outsiders need exceptional skill.

Here, even helicopters are useless due to the dense clouds, easily causing crashes.

Swoosh~

A green figure flashed past, his toes lightly touching the snow twice, passing swiftly without a trace.

The snow here, for unknown reasons, is as soft as cotton, even the wind leaves neat traces.

Seeing the gradually distant green figure, Wang Sijing took a deep breath into her lungs and sped up her pace.

Her feet landed on this soft snow, and suddenly, she sank in half, snow covering her waist.

Boom~

The soft pile of snow suddenly, like a storm, surged forward. Such pressure could crush an ordinary person until they are unrecognizable.

But Wang Sijing is not ordinary; when she sank, her toe touched a stone beneath the snow, her whole body’s Inner Strength bursting at her toe, repelling all pressure and breaking free.

Yet, as she came out, the green figure had disappeared beyond sight.

"The disparity in strength is still too vast..."

What Wang Sijing desires most is strength!

For strength, she would sacrifice everything, such as marrying into the Wang Family so they can be preserved. That way, she won’t be like a rootless floating weed.

Though she knows the strength gap with Shuqing is significant, this is too much, isn’t it?

She gritted her teeth severely and leaped again.

About ten minutes later, Wang Sijing stood disheveled at the Elder Council’s entrance, appearing like a madwoman.

Given her strength, reaching here is already a decent feat, the state of her appearance is of no concern.

"Halt."

Once again, an elderly man in a blue robe stood at the Elder Council’s entrance, hands behind his back, unaffected by the wind or snow.

"I have a matter to consult Master Shu Xuanyi," Wang Sijing lifted her stubborn head, standing at the door where it wouldn’t sink, allowing her to speak.