handling this”Song Qingyue pondered for a moment and said, "Now that we've had a falling out with the magistrate of Qinghe County, and Zhuang Gaoxian is such a shameless person, it's not pleasant to s...In the field, an elder is tilling the soil.

This isn't a time-sensitive task, just turn over a portion each day. It will be more convenient to plant in the spring.

My body is getting rusty just staying at home. It's better to get out and move around.

A handsome young man walked across the field.

This young man has clear eyebrows and eyes, and an excellent temperament.

It's just the manner... kind of sneaky.

"Father-in-law, I'd like to ask you something..."

Although it belongs to the Buddhist holy land, the local people are simple and honest. The old man didn't have any bad thoughts about it.

He pounded the soil with a slow, gentle rhythm, a kind smile on his face. "What's up"

The young man was naturally Jiang Wang. When he mentioned the name Ku Jue, he looked around, showing how deeply the yellow-faced old monk had scarred him.

Xiao Yi asked casually, "Master Ku Jue, has he returned to Buddha land recently Do you know"

The old man shook his head: "Never heard of it."

Okay!

That Great Master Ku Jue was powerful and highly respected. A high monk of this caliber would surely be known to the faithful if he were in the temple. After all, high monks in Buddhism often need to perform meritorious deeds.

Hanging Temple is also a place of ascetic practice, with high monks often working in the fields and having little distance from the believers.

Jiang Wang let go of his anxiety, straightened his spine, and regained his composure. "Thank you, father-in-law!"

After bidding farewell politely, he strode towards the gate of Xuankong Temple.

The father-in-law continued to turn the soil, but he couldn't help but have some doubts.

Is there a Master Ku-jue at this temple I've never heard of him. He sounds like he's the same generation as the Abbot!

The entrance appearing in the secular world is merely a part of Xuankong Temple, usually referred to as the outer mountain.

Such monasteries as Xukong Temple have resident monks specially assigned to receive and accommodate practicing devotees.

Those from illustrious families, when visiting anywhere, would have people deliver their name cards in advance.

A family of writers, renowned for their accomplishments.

Though Jiang Wang was not overly particular, he still followed the proper etiquette and informed the monk who received guests of his identity.

After all, he's here to visit, not to challenge.

"Qian Yang Jiang Wang, entrusted by others, has come to pay respects to the mountain. Please..."

Jiang Wang was going through the motions with the monk at the temple's reception desk. A monk sauntered past them slowly.

Suddenly stopping, he took a step back. A surprised voice rang out, startling Jiang Wang so much that he forgot where his words had gone.

“Junior brother Jing Shen!”

Jiang Wang's scalp went numb.

Turning around, I saw that the monk had clear eyebrows and bright eyes, his robes were clean and spotless, and his scalp was shiny. It was the "old acquaintance" I had seen in Qingyang Town...

A wise person may think a thousand times, but there will still be mistakes.

After all the planning, I completely overlooked Master Jingli!

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But Jiang Wang soon discovered that he had lost more than just...

Because Master Qingli had already turned his head and happily shouted: "Master! Little brother Qing Shen is back!"

The sound permeated the space, spreading widely between the mountain gates.

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The wind blew past.

"Where is it, where is it"

The sound came first, followed by the yellow-faced old monk. At a glance, he saw Jiang Wang's stiff expression.

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"Well done, my apprentice!"

He exclaimed, "You're not throwing yourself into a trap... You thought this through, didn't you!"

"You've got it, right" Ku Jue grinned, revealing a row of teeth that weren't exactly white, and nodded to confirm. "I told you, you have the potential!"

Jingli monk then looked at him with emotion: "In Linzi, such a chaotic place, little junior brother must have suffered a lot You look rather haggard..."

The guest monk stared at Jiang Wang, dumbfounded. He thought to himself, "This is the legendary disciple of Master Jingli Why hasn't he taken his tonsure yet"

Jiang Wang: …

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Could I help but feel touched upon meeting you all

"Two masters," Jiang Wang took a deep breath: "I think you have misunderstood."

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"No misunderstandings, no misunderstandings, we're all family. Master understands you." Ku Jue laughed so hard his mouth couldn't close, reaching out to pull him closer.

Jiang Wang hurriedly dodged, but failed completely. Dao Yuan had just begun to surge, and his hand was already grasped. Dao Yuan charged, but it was like hitting an iron wall, unable to budge even a fraction.

It seems like he took the initiative to let "Master" hold him.

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The scene was quite harmonious.

Jingli the monk chuckled beside him and said, "Little junior brother, you've finally come to your senses and returned to the mountain gate to enjoy the good life!"

"Come, Master will take you in to meet everyone!"

Jiang Wang's heart was filled with alarm. The stronger he became, the more he realized the immense power of suffering. Compared to the Jiang Wang of Qingyang Town, today's Jiang Wang was incomparably powerful. Yet, in the face of suffering, he was still powerless to resist!

Wait a minute, what sect are you talking about

He reacted, exclaiming repeatedly: "Master, Master, please listen to me."

"Hey, you're quite the stranger!" Ku Jue tried to express his friendliness by squinting his eyes and feigning anger. "Still calling yourself Master"

Jingli also followed and said, "It's time to call him Master."

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Having said that, he chuckled to himself with satisfaction: "And then call your senior brother!"

It's hard to tell what the two monks, one old and one young, are arguing about.

With no other choice, Jiang Wang circulated his Dao power and shouted in a booming voice: "At the behest of Master Guanyin Yan, I, Jiang Wang, a male from Qingyang Town of Daqi, a fourth-rank Qingpai head catcher, have come to pay my respects!"

He revealed his purpose in coming, hoping to find someone who could control the bitter-tempered Old Monk. He also mentioned his official position in Qi state, implying that he had a powerful backing and was well-connected in Qi, aiming to discourage the Old Monk and the young monks from resisting him.

The sound shook the mountain gate.

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Jingli the monk was their own person, shouting and yelling nothing. With Jiang Wang's ruckus like this, it seemed a bit provocative.

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But nobody really cares about that.

“What came of it” Ku Jue turned his head, asking his devoted eldest disciple.

Jingli the monk simply said, “It seems like…”.

"What brings you here" Ku Jue asked Jiang Wang again, "My good disciple, I'm glad to see you, but don't speak recklessly."

They both didn't care about Jiang Wang's title, but they were very sensitive to the master he mentioned.

There's no other way to put it, Guan Yan's seniority is simply too high!

The current inscription of Hanging Temple reads: "Mindful in Action, Still in Essence, Observing the World with a Peaceful Heart. All Suffering and Purity are Dharma Connections."

The "view" character generation is four generations higher than the "suffering" character generation!

At that moment, a voice filled with melancholy sounded in everyone's ears.

"Please invite Master Jiang into the mountain gate."

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The owner of the voice instructed thusly.

First of all, the address "Mr. Jiang" indicates that he does not recognize Ku Jue's unilateral acceptance of disciples. Then, the word "please" shows his attitude, indicating that it cannot be forced.

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Besides the compassionate Master, no one else could persuade the eager Monk Kuòjué to stop accepting disciples.

And the gate to the mountain he spoke of was, of course, the true location of Hanging Temple.

The master, Fang Zhang, spoke. Ku Jue could only let go of Jiang Wang's hand, but his expression was still not very pleasant.

“Oh, my dear disciple, you've come here for a reason this time, haven't you You didn't just come to see your old master, did you”

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"I am indeed doing this on someone's behalf." Jiang Wang said helplessly. "Also, Master Kujue, please don't call me your disciple anymore."

"My disciple, when you speak later, think carefully."

The old monk with a yellow face automatically ignored the latter half of his sentence, curled his lips and said: "Those bald donkeys are quite troublesome, especially one named Kùbìng, who has been annoying since he was a child. But don't worry."

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