Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 46 - 2: Visit

"It’s raining!"

When they arrived, the weather was fine. Suddenly, dark clouds spread, followed by a gentle rain, rendering the world misty.

Wu Hai quickly opened the oil-paper umbrella he carried with him, shielding Fang Zheng from the rain.

As for himself, he got soaked in the rain.

He didn’t mind at all and even smiled, saying:

"Spring rain is as precious as oil. If it rains a few more times, the farmers will have a good harvest and a prosperous year."

"Yes."

Fang Zheng, with hands clasped behind his back, nodded and continued up the stone steps.

The surface of the stone steps was delicately carved by artisans to prevent slipping. The trees on both sides whispered, making him momentarily confused about which world he was in.

The mountain forest,

even hundreds or thousands of years later, might remain as it is today.

Like Celestial Plate Mountain and Phoenix Head Mountain, there was little change from hundreds of years ago.

Ancient people and newcomers alike would tread this same mountain path, either to enjoy the scenery or to worship Buddha.

The only constant was this majestic green mountain. Perhaps the trees on either side would serve as witnesses, scrutinizing the passersby over a century.

"Heh..."

With a light chuckle, Fang Zheng shook his head and sighed softly.

He has indeed been quite sentimental lately.

As Wu Hai said, the mountain path to Cien Temple was not easy to traverse. The road was rugged, and after several turns, the Buddha Tower finally came into view.

Cien Temple stood deep in the mountains, yet it covered a vast area.

It had three main halls, six courtyards, and over ten guest rooms to accommodate visitors who couldn’t easily descend the mountain.

The side hall enshrines the Medicine Buddha, with a rich aroma of herbs. Monks diagnose illnesses and prescribe medicine here, almost no different from a pharmacy in the county town.

"Cien Temple also offers medical treatment." Wu Hai whispered:

"And the price is quite affordable."

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng turned his head and looked at a guest monk.

Master Wuyuan was the abbot of Cien Temple, highly respected and usually in the backyard studying Buddhist Skills, not someone you could meet on a whim.

However, with silver paving the way, anything was possible.

The guest hall.

Today, besides Fang Zheng, others came to visit.

And they were acquaintances!

Yu Yanghong and his wife, Sun Die.

"I didn’t expect to see Brother Fang here." Yu Yanghong rose, holding his wife Sun Die’s hand, and smiled, "My wife and I came to ask for a Child-Giving Buddha to take home for worship."

"What a coincidence." Fang Zheng said:

"I wish you both success in your endeavors."

Sun Die looked embarrassed, nodding without saying a word.

Having been married for years without children had become a concern for her. Her husband mentioned it in front of others without intention, but it still made her uncomfortable.

However...

Not having children here is an original sin.

They visited doctors, witches, and the Three Purities Temple, yet her belly remained unchanged. Now they even considered getting a Child-Giving Buddha, hoping for some improvement.

"Master Wuyuan!"

"Donor Fang."

Master Wuyuan was quite old, his face full of wrinkles. He looked like his Qi and Blood had declined, but his eyes were still bright and piercing.

"I have an interest in Martial Dao," Fang Zheng said after exchanging greetings and sitting down, "I heard that Master has profound cultivation and came specifically to seek advice."

"The rumors must be mistaken." Master Wuyuan gently shook his head:

"I do possess some teachings, but they are not Martial Arts. Donor Fang has come to the wrong person."

"This..." Fang Zheng was taken aback:

"I was being rash."

The other person indeed did not seem like a martial artist.

Short and skinny, even if Qi Blood First Transformation, one shouldn’t be like this, unless they were Returning to the True Self, but there was no reason for the other party to hide it.

It seems he misunderstood.

The guest monk stepped forward, whispered a few words into Master Wuyuan’s ear, then stepped back slowly. Master Wuyuan’s expression slightly changed.

A hundred taels!

This donor Fang was quite generous.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Master Wuyuan placed his hands together and thought for a moment before saying:

"I know little about Martial Dao, but a martial artist once stayed here a few years ago and left a book."

"If Donor Fang doesn’t mind, you can transcribe a copy to take with you."

"I don’t mind." Fang Zheng’s eyes lit up:

"I appreciate the trouble, Master."

"It’s my duty." Master Wuyuan smiled lightly:

"Donor’s Qi and Blood are strong, and you have a solid physique. You will surely achieve Martial success in the future."

"With Master’s kind words."

As they talked, a knock came at the door.

"Master, Yuanxing requests an audience."

"Come in."

Someone pushed the door open, and his shiny bald head glistened in the warm light. The plain monk robes added to his tranquility.

Clean!

Pure!

It was a kind of innate temperament, undiminished by even slightly worn monk robes.

Fang Zheng had attended numerous events and met quite a few celebrities, not lacking big names, but none compared to Yuanxing.

Eyes bright as stars, red lips and white teeth, and a fair face like a young girl’s, yet his gentle demeanor unmatched by any woman.

One could only secretly praise:

What a handsome monk!

"Yuanxing."

Master Wuyuan gestured to Yu Yanghong and Sun Die, saying: "These two donors wish to worship a Buddha statue at home. You should go down the mountain with them and recite sutras to bless the statue." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Master." Yuanxing’s face changed dramatically:

"You want me to leave the mountain?"

"Don’t worry, it’s not expelling you." Master Wuyuan shook his head:

"You have memorized the scriptures, yet true understanding of Buddhism requires experiencing the world; merely reading without experience yields little."

"The myriad flavors of the world embody the essence of sutras."

"This..." Yuanxing’s eyes revealed reluctance, yet he dared not refuse, slowly lowering his head:

"Yes, I will obey."

"Master," Sun Die frowned:

"Can’t we choose someone else? Isn’t he a bit too young?"

"You don’t understand," Master Wuyuan said:

"Yuanxing possesses the highest Buddhist nature in Cien Temple, unmatched even by an old monk like me. Especially regarding the sutra principles, he has a deep insight; he is most suitable."

"Let him do it." Yu Yanghong decided:

"Master Wuyuan’s recommended person can’t be wrong."

Sun Die pursed her lips, reluctantly nodded.

......

The original thought was to transcribe the book myself and take it along, but to my surprise, the guest monk had already given instructions, and when Fang Zheng left, they handed over the book directly.

Clearly, for a generous donor like him, even the aloof temple was willing to lower its status to curry favor.

Rain stopped,

Clouds dispersed.

Descending the mountain, collecting the carriage and horses, and agreeing to travel together with the Yu and Sun couple, there naturally wasn’t time to check the contents of the book along the way.

The body swayed, chatting with the couple through the window, and Fang Zheng’s heart gradually calmed down.

One should not force matters of the heart.

There are still many things waiting for him to do.

Qi Blood Third Transformation, now just at First Transformation. With a chance to encounter such extraordinary power, how could one not personally experience it?

Moreover...

Recently, business dealings between worlds have also ceased, such decadence and lack of spirit are unacceptable.

Martial Arts!

Trade!

Enrich oneself, and there will naturally be fragrance.

Returning to his residence, it was already late. Fang Zheng put down the book, intending to open it, when his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he turned around, searching around the bed.

’Someone was here!’

’But they didn’t steal anything, why is that?’

’This world is still too unsafe, next time be sure to bring a set of surveillance equipment.’

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Wang Family Villa.

Someone pushed the door open, nodded at someone inside:

"Got it."

Opening their hand, in the palm were several strands of scattered hair.