Eternal Tale

Chapter 227 - Without my Jiang family, this Chan Yin Temple would have fallen apart long ago

In the temple they visited, the monks there all preached their own Buddha, eager for everything to belong to them. This objective perspective was something they'd never heard before.

Little Red was still shaking its head, not understanding. It simply did what it needed to do, and its two companions were already deeply immersed. If there were any danger, it would be the first to alert them!

"The Five Ancient Immortal Sects of Great Li Realm occupy the Thunder Pool of Tianshan, specializing in lightning techniques, seeking to communicate with the heavens and earth and to comprehend the profound mysteries of the Dao."

The monk’s robe moved without wind, yet it seemed completely natural. "A cultivator practices self-cultivation, cultivates the heart, and also cultivates virtue."

"Monk, do you also dabble in Daoist cultivation?"

"This old monk only knows a little; there's no need for you to take it seriously," the monk explained with a smile. "You are not a Buddhist practitioner, so I won’t speak much on Buddhist matters."

Chen Xun and the big black ox both sighed deeply, a trace of gloom in their eyes. Perhaps only by viewing things from a truly objective standpoint could they come to believe even a little in their hearts.

"Monk, may we stay a few more days at Chan Yin Temple?" Chen Xun’s eyes showed respect for the monk's knowledge and insight. "I still have many questions in my heart."

"Moo~~" The big black ox swished its tail a few times, with a pleading look in its eyes.

They wanted to slowly digest these teachings, hoping to gain some insights. Even if the person preaching was a mortal, or maybe just a Foundation Establishment or Golden Core cultivator, it would be worthwhile.

But upon closer thought... The teacher of the immortal might be these ordinary people, and finding the shining points in everyone is what gives meaning to the journey.

"The three benefactors are welcome to stay as long as you like. Chan Yin Temple has no restrictions," the monk nodded gently, then turned and called out, "Fan Wang."

"Master," a voice answered before the person appeared.

At that moment, a monk in a blue robe slowly walked in from the side hall. His body was extraordinarily tall and burly, bald, and with a somewhat dull expression, looking very much like a martial monk.

What was even stranger was that in broad daylight, he was carrying a lantern, though it was unclear what he was trying to illuminate.

Little Red lay flat on the ground, feeling a chill. Why was this mid-Golden Core Buddhist disciple calling a low-Golden Core monk ‘master’?

"These are the three benefactors; Fan Wang is my eldest disciple."

"Greetings, benefactors," Fan Wang placed one hand on his chest and bowed in greeting.

"Chen Xun greets fellow Daoists," Chen Xun cupped his hands but didn’t say much more.

The big black ox gave Jiang Zhaocheng a couple of extra glances. He was only at the early Golden Core stage, but he exuded confidence like a Nascent Soul ancestor.

Little Red, meanwhile, was ignoring everything happening outside and was focused solely on observing its surroundings. Wherever the big black ox moved, it followed.

"Daoist Chen, being allowed to stay by our master is no small feat!" Jiang Zhaocheng, full of joy, walked over to them and said, "If Master takes you in, you’ll be our sixth junior brother!"

"Daoist Jiang, I think there’s a misunderstanding..."

"Huh?"

"We are merely borrowing shelter, thanks to the monk's kindness, for a few days," Chen Xun shook his head with a chuckle. "We are not fated for Buddhist cultivation."

"A thousand paths all lead to the same destination. We are all cultivators, I..."

"Second Junior Brother, these three benefactors are guests of our master. Do not bother them too much," Fan Wang interrupted Jiang Zhaocheng’s chatter, "If it is meant to be, the Buddha will see it. There is no need to force things."

Jiang Zhaocheng rolled his eyes at Fan Wang and sighed inwardly. Hmph, Chan Yin Temple has no Buddha! How could he see anything?

"Then we’ll just find a mountain to settle on," Chen Xun cupped his hands in farewell and, together with the big black ox and Little Red, walked towards a forest outside the temple, where there were many crane spirit trees, making it a suitable place to live.

Jiang Zhaocheng watched their departing figures with amusement, craning his neck for a better view.

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