"What did Celestial Master Gao say?"

In the hall of Golden Light Temple, Monk Golden Light sat on a cushion, politely conversing with Zuo Wentao.

Monk Jinshan's features were harsh and severe, with a sallow complexion, resembling a sculpture dusted with gold powder, giving off a very serious impression.

Zuo Wentao had great respect for him, standing at the entrance of the hall, bent deeply over to express his humble stance.

Logically, he was a Four Tribulation Spirit Immortal, and a Daoist Sect cultivator, with no need to show such deference to a Buddhist Sect cultivator.

But Zuo Wentao was extremely smooth and knew that the monks of Jinshan were hypocritical, so he lowered himself to avoid them finding fault on purpose.

"Celestial Master Gao said, tomorrow he will be waiting for the eminent monks."

Zuo Wentao honestly repeated Gao Xuan's words, without adding anything unnecessary.

The matter of Ao Qiong was kept secret by him, and now was not the time to say more.

Monk Jinshan glanced at the Golden Body Arhats Jin Yuan, Lingxu, and Xuan Xiang by his side, who were also the most powerful monks of the Northern Province.

He had invited them here using the Golden Lotus Dharma Assembly as a pretext.

To avenge Golden Light, Jinshan had indeed put in all efforts. Of course, inviting them to join would naturally require rewards.

Although Wuyuan Country was small, it should still yield some benefits. His junior brother Golden Light had considerable wealth, and after dealing with Gao Xuan, retrieving Golden Light's magical treasures would be inevitable.

Jinshan's extreme vigilance against Gao Xuan was because he was very familiar with Golden Horn, having frequently sparred with him.

Although neither side went all out at that time, Jinshan believed he could win against Golden Horn, but he understood that the Demon King was not easy to deal with.

Gao Xuan was able to crush Golden Horn in one chapter, something he absolutely could not achieve. Therefore, he utilized all resources to bring along the Buddhist masters of the Northern Province.

The most important among them was undoubtedly Xuan Xiang. This figure, in terms of seniority, was seven generations above him and over seven thousand years old.

He was undoubtedly the premier Buddhist cultivator of the Northern Province.

Jinshan respectfully saluted Xuan Xiang, "Master Xuan Xiang, do you have any instructions?"

Xuan Xiang replied calmly, "No need to say much, it's better to talk after meeting Gao Xuan tomorrow."

"The master's words are indeed wise."

Jinshan nodded, then said to Zuo Wentao, "You've worked hard, go and rest."

Zuo Wentao cursed inwardly, treating me like an errand boy. Yet he had to force a smile, bow, and retreat.

Upon leaving the Great Hero Hall, he glanced at a group of bald heads inside the dimly lit hall, feeling a bit regretful for not also burning down Golden Light Temple when killing Golden Light.

Now, Golden Light Temple was occupied by these bald scoundrels. If they won, Wuyuan Country would be under their control.

With mixed feelings upon leaving Golden Light Temple, Zuo Wentao considered himself wise for not taking action back then, fearing endless trouble from the Buddhist Sect.

Now it seems his caution was warranted. Had he burned down Golden Light Temple, there's no doubt those monks would have come to extort him.

Zuo Wentao decided not to return to Yu Jing Dao Lower Institute but went to Qingxu Daoist School instead.

Zuo Wentao was particularly familiar with Tao Jun, entering smoothly until reaching the Abbot's Room.

At the entrance, he encountered Baili Qingtong, who greeted Zuo Wentao with a cheery smile, "Mr. Zuo, are you looking for my teacher? He's out."

"Hehe, where can your teacher hide from me?"

Zuo Wentao didn't care what Baili Qingtong said and directly pushed the door into the Abbot's Room.

Sitting on the long couch, Tao Jun could only manage a bitter smile and welcome him, "Fellow Daoist, is this really necessary?"

Tao Jun wasn't naive; he knew well that Monk Jinshan brought a large group of monks grandly into Golden Light Temple, yet he dared not make a sound.

Even without considering the group, even Jinshan alone was too much for him to handle.

A minor Spirit Immortal couldn't compare to a Golden Body Arhat. Moreover, Jinshan had a poor reputation.

Within ten thousand miles of Jinshan Temple, no Daoist School could settle, clearly demonstrating Jinshan's dominance.

This time, with Jinshan bringing people to confront Gao Xuan, Tao Jun believed he had no ability to intervene, choosing silence and hiding at home.

Forced by Zuo Wentao to visit, Tao Jun could only sigh.

Zuo Wentao impudently sat on the guest seat, then said to Baili Qingtong, "Quickly, bring out your teacher's Lingzhi tea."

Baili Qingtong dared not decide and looked towards Tao Jun.

Without waiting for Tao Jun to speak, Zuo Wentao grumbled, "Who knows how many days you can live, why keep the good stuff?"

Tao Jun could only manage another bitter smile, nodding to Baili Qingtong, "Go fetch the Lingzhi tea."

"This is the right way. I've seen through it; we pursue longevity, but fate is uncertain, it's hard to tell."

Zuo Wentao had been busy recently, feeling exhausted and helpless.

Originally, his life was leisurely and very comfortable.

With Gao Xuan's arrival, all good days vanished. Gao Xuan was akin to a massive vortex; regardless of willingness, being near him meant getting swept into turbulent currents, only to drift helplessly.

This destiny, forcibly accepted, was something Zuo Wentao couldn't fight against, making him feel quite bad.

Zuo Wentao said to Tao Jun, "With Celestial Master Gao's arrival, the situation drastically changed. Alas... now I understand the unpredictability of fate, the difficulty of life, the cultivation path being long and arduous..."

Tao Jun silently brewed Lingzhi tea, the steaming tea forming a beautiful Lingzhi flower.

The room's spiritual qi swirled, and the ethereal fragrance reached the divine soul.

Despite his complaints, Zuo Wentao quieted down; the top-grade Lingzhi tea indeed had a calming effect, soothing the mind and nourishing the qi.

No words were exchanged, with only the sounds of tea drinking and brewing filling the room.

After five infusions, the spiritual qi in the Lingzhi tea gradually thinned, and the tea's taste became bland. Zuo Wentao then spoke again, "Great changes are imminent, fellow Daoist, do you intend to just watch?"