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"The Questions and Answers from Baiyang Temple"... The Questions and Answers from Baiyang Temple...

Jiang Song sat quietly at the old desk in the warehouse, which was covered with grease stains. The air was filled with decaying dust, which drifted and swirled under the dim light.

But he paid no attention to this, focusing intently on writing and muttering to himself.

Even though it's the 21st century and typing on a mobile phone is no problem, Jiang Songjing still subconsciously chose to write down Lin Yu's words by hand.

This was not because he had a premonition that this might become his achievement and spiritual practice in the future when "spiritual energy revives".

His solemnity stemmed solely from his respect for Lin Yu.

—And as the current successor of Baiyang Temple, inheriting the work of the old Daoist Yunfu, driven by the conscious desire to promote the lineage, Jiang Songjing vaguely felt that this book, "Questions and Answers from Baiyang Temple," could enhance the reputation of Baiyang Temple and benefit future generations.

"I don't know if Brother Lin will agree to me spreading this collection in the future. With Brother Lin's profound knowledge of Taoism, he will definitely become an extraordinary figure in the Taoist community in the future, and then our [Baiyang Temple] will naturally become famous as well..."

Thinking this, Jiang Songjing stopped writing and a question suddenly popped into her mind.

"...Hmm, with Brother Lin's accumulated experience and background, wouldn't he be regarded as a founding master by the ordained and registered Taoist priests of the Xuanzhen and Tianyi sects in China as soon as he shows his face? Why have we never heard of him before?"

As the thought flashed through her mind, Jiang Songjing's pen began to move again, without delving deeper into the matter.

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After all, it's already the 21s, and Taoism no longer holds the prominent position it did decades or centuries ago.

The world is small nowadays; the slightest breeze can spread far and wide. But it is also vast; with a population of billions, a genius might emerge at any time.

Even though Lin Yu's philosophy and understanding were already at a level that Jiang Songjing had never seen before in his life, he had cultivated tranquility and humility in the Baiyang Temple over the past few years. He did not feel that his vision could encompass the vast world, nor did he dare to think too highly of Lin Yu.

Once the mind is bounded, it cannot fathom the boundless expanse of heaven and earth.

Composing herself, Jiang Songjing continued to dart her pen across the paper.

But at that moment, a loud knocking sound came from outside the building:

"—Knock knock knock!"

"……laugh!"

The sudden sound startled Jiang Songjing's pen, causing it to veer off course and leave a long, diagonal mark on the yellow paper, ruining the paper that already contained about ten sentences.

Jiang Songjing gently exhaled, closed her eyes, then opened them again, suppressing the slight anger that had just risen in her heart.

He carefully placed the ink brush on the brush holder, pushed the desk aside, stood up, and walked towards the temple gate from which the sound had come, still wearing his Taoist robe.

However, the noise from outside persisted; not only did the knocking continue, but a loud, clear female voice also rang out:

"Are there any living people left in the temple? Come out and greet our guests!"

Even with Jiang Songjing's good temper, her expression changed slightly after hearing those words.

As he quickened his pace toward the gate, he coldly responded to the woman's voice:

"Coming immediately! This is a sacred place in the Taoist temple. Why are you rushing me so urgently? Aren't you afraid of disturbing the Heavenly Venerables in the heavens?!"

As he spoke, he unlocked the gate and pushed it forward.

He deliberately pushed a little faster, and through the rapidly opened gap, he saw a woman yell a curse and then awkwardly jump back a step.

But Jiang Songjing felt no joy.

As soon as the temple gate opened—including the woman—the figures of the two men and two women who were originally standing outside the temple were clearly revealed to him.

"This is……"

Jiang Songjing's eyes flickered slightly, her heart filled with surprise and uncertainty.

This was a group of people who were completely unexpected to him.

Although I spent more than two years in seclusion at the temple, I did have some experience in the real world during my university years.

The luxurious demeanor and attire of these men and women, as well as the conspicuous Mercedes-Benz logo behind them, all indicate that these two men and two women are not ordinary people.

Among them, the one that caught Jiang Songjing's attention the most was not the heavily made-up woman who was jumping up and down on the side; nor the young talent who was looking at her with strange eyes; nor even the girl who was standing at the very end of the group, wearing headphones with a relaxed look, her face as beautiful as a fairy without any makeup.

Instead, it was the muscular man who stood quietly to the side, his gaze slightly lowered, his face expressionless, his hands hanging down naturally, yet Jiang Songjing vaguely felt that he was extremely dangerous.

"...What are these people doing here?"

The question had just arisen in Jiang Songjing's mind when he thought of the strange middle-aged man studying various "theories" such as mathematics, physics, chemistry, and folklore under the pine tree. His gaze suddenly sharpened, and he thought he had found the answer.

"You're here to see Brother Lin?"

"What, Brother Lin? You have a brother?"

The woman who had initially been banging on the door and shouting stood to one side, arms crossed, looking at Jiang Songjing with a gaze that made him extremely uncomfortable. She curled her lip, turned her head to the handsome young man in the suit, and said disdainfully:

"...Does that old geezer have a child with the surname Lin outside?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

The young man rebuked her without changing his expression, then smiled gently, stepped forward, and extended his hand to Jiang Songjing.

"Hello, are you Mr. Jiang Songjing?"

"……Yes."

Jiang Songjing never expected that this group of people had come to find her.

Noticing the young man's other hand slightly clasped behind his back, and glancing at his expressionless eyes, Jiang Songjing didn't extend her hand, nor did she even smile. Instead, she raised both hands, performing the Daoist fist salute, bowing with yin and yang in a gesture of respect:

"Although my secular name is Jiang Songjing, I am actually Qiu Jing, the abbot of Baiyang Temple, and a registered Taoist priest. Please greet all believers with Taoist etiquette."

The sudden appearance of this group of people caused Jiang Songjing's thoughts to change drastically, and for a moment she even uttered the words "believers" without any hesitation.

Upon hearing Jiang Songjing's words, the woman let out a snort of laughter.

"...It looks pretty convincing, like a cosplay from a TV series."

But the young man withdrew his hand without any change in expression, his face still bearing a gentle smile. He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to Jiang Songjing, saying:

"Very well. Daoist Qiu Jing, we have a special reason for visiting today. Does Baiyang Temple have time to receive us now?"

Jiang Songjing hesitated for a moment. For some reason, he vaguely felt that this young man was even more repulsive than the woman next to him.

But seemingly noticing the fleeting hint of resistance on Jiang Songjing's face, the young man didn't give him a chance to refuse, immediately opening his mouth and continuing with a smile:

"If Master Qiu Jing feels there's any hindrance, we can discuss the price. We'll use the VIP service fee from an international law firm, five thousand US dollars per hour, how about that?"

Although the young man was smiling, his tone did not sound like he was joking at all.

The others nearby didn't seem surprised when they heard this, as if it were just the cost of a meal on the roadside—but that was the biggest anomaly.

Of course, this anomaly further illustrates their extraordinary background.

Such an impressive price means that the income from just one hour is several times that of Lin Yu's accommodation fee, and more than ten times the government subsidy for Baiyang Temple.

But now, upon hearing this, Jiang Songjing felt neither ecstatic nor overwhelmed by the price.

His mind was completely calm, so calm that even he was surprised.

"..."

Jiang Songjing frowned and shook his head, saying:

"It seems you all have important matters to discuss. Let's skip the service fee. Please come with me into the temple."