After the match, Jiang Si approached Zuo Wuyi with a smile.

"I wonder if your master has come?"

Zuo Wuyi admired Jiang Si to some extent. He was flattered to see his idol speak to him personally, but he was also a little embarrassed when he thought about the situation of his sect: "The sect is in a difficult situation. My master still has to help out in the sect."

Although this was a full-service package, the chef still had to stay inside the shop; otherwise, if customers came but there was no one there, they would be left to starve.

By then, not only will the signboard be lost, but the few remaining rooms may also be lost.

Tianyangmen is located in a remote area, several hundred kilometers away from the capital.

Fortunately, there weren't any large temples nearby. His master, with his decent craftsmanship and the dilapidated Taoist temple, had a somewhat otherworldly air about him, as if he had seen through the mortal world.

Jiang Si fell silent.

How could someone who could produce such a brilliant disciple as Zuo Wuyi be so unknown?

Perhaps they are truly living in seclusion amidst the city.

“It’s alright, I’d like to pay him a visit,” Jiang Si said.

“Yes, Master will be very happy.” Zuo Wuyi jumped for joy. “I’ll take you there after the competition.”

"Okay, it's settled then."

The martial arts test will last for two days.

Tomorrow is the final.

Guan Qingchen and Li Jianshan both advanced to the finals with an absolute advantage.

That evening, Jiang Si analyzed their weaknesses again.

Jiang Si was very satisfied with their current results, and at the same time, she sighed that this was indeed the end of the Dharma era, and that their results were actually among the best.

Guan Qingchen and Li Jianshan, seeing Jiang Si's expression, didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

The final was very exciting and thrilling.

As expected, Li Jianshan took the lead, followed closely by Guan Qingchen, and then Zuo Wuyi.

Li Jianshan and Guan Qingchen were very happy, and then they turned around and gave the prize money to Zuo Wuyi.

That sect whose plaque was knocked off is in a bad way; let them consider it an act of kindness.

What remains is a contest of talismanic arts.

With Jiang Si's teaching skills, Qingqiu School emerged as a dark horse and won first place.

Jiang Si looked at it for a long time and felt that the world was really going to the dogs.

Even though it's the simplest talisman, it's incomplete, yet it's already the second strongest in the world.

Qin Zhi seemed to understand her thoughts, "It's already quite good that so many people have stayed; most of them are just seeking fame and fortune."

Qin Zhi, having witnessed the entire journey, didn't feel much emotion.

After the competition, Zuo Wuyi took the prize money from the champion and runner-up and returned to the Taoist temple in high spirits with Jiang Si.

The other three had other things to do, so they went back first.

Jiang Si knew that Tianyang Gate was somewhat remote, but she never imagined it was this remote.

Tianyangmen is located north of the capital, near the grasslands and deserts.

Fortunately, the road was in good condition, so we didn't suffer too much.

After traversing the vast wilderness, we finally arrived at Tianyang Gate.

As Zuo Wuyi said, the sign for Tianyangmen is already half crooked, with the other half barely hanging.

Jiang Si looked up at the plaque; the characters were vigorous yet carried a hint of unrestrained style, which made her feel more certain.

The handwriting bears a resemblance to his friend, the Daoist who died but never died.

It's quite small inside. Passing through the central hall, you'll find the only main hall, which enshrines the Taiqing Daojun.

Legend has it that he was the only one from the Taiyin Gate to ascend to heaven.

Perhaps because it's not a holiday and the location is remote, the temple is deserted, with not a single person in sight.

"Master, I'm back!" Zuo Wuyi's clear voice rang out in the temple. He looked towards the back of the main hall, but his voice gradually became puzzled, "Master, where are you?"

"Or did he go out for a stroll?" Jiang Si said, adding that there was no rule that the abbot had to stay in the temple all day.

“Impossible,” Zuo Wuyi said decisively. “My master is the laziest person. He avoids going out whenever possible. Even when someone comes to his door, he stays in the temple to help them. He rarely goes out.”

Hearing this, Jiang Si also had some doubts.

He's so lazy, it's not like his friend at all.

He was the most unrestrained.

"Do you have anything your master usually uses?" Jiang Si asked Zuo Wuyi. Zuo Wuyi knew Jiang Si's abilities and immediately took out a wooden fish from the main hall. "This is what my master usually strikes the most. He strikes this wooden fish almost every day."

This wooden fish is shiny and smooth, and has a slight indentation in the middle due to its age.

As Jiang Si held it in her hand, she felt a gentle, ancient power emanating from it.

She recognized it as the Taiyin Divine Tree.

The Taiyin Divine Tree is the treasure of the Taiyin Sect. Legend has it that it grows in extremely harsh conditions, never seeing sunlight and possessing abundant spiritual energy.

The magical artifacts he made could withstand the thunder of the Nine Heavens, making them rare and exquisite items.

However, the Taiyin Divine Tree was guarded by a wisp of divine soul left behind by the Taiqing Daojun when he ascended to heaven, so many people could only look on with envy.

Surprisingly, the Taiyin Divine Wood was used to make an ordinary wooden fish.

However precious it may be, in this Dharma-ending Age, ascension is already a luxury, and no one's cultivation level is high enough to require the Nine Heavens Thunder to baptize them.

Jiang Si calmed herself down and used the wooden fish to calculate the location of Master Zuo Wuyi.

"..."

"How is it?" Zuo Wuyi asked nervously.

"Your master seems to be in jail," Jiang Si said with some difficulty.

"..." Zuo Wuyi asked, "Is he alright?"

“He’s fine, though.” Jiang Si’s expression was subtle. “He was in there for harassing women.”

"..." Zuo Wuyi exclaimed dramatically, "How is that possible? My master was an upright man throughout his life, and he had no other hobbies besides the wooden fish!"

Without further ado, Zuo Wuyi dragged Jiang Si to the police station to bail her out.

The police station is located dozens of kilometers away.

Jiang Si really didn't want to ride in the carriage anymore. "How about we ride horses instead?"

The grasslands are never short of horses.

“Okay.” Zuo Wuyi was a little anxious. His master had spent his whole life in the Taoist temple without any problems. Now that he was suddenly in the detention center, he didn’t know what might happen to him.

The master craftsman is getting old, and the weather here is cold.

Although the temple was poor, it at least had two horses for transportation.

Jiang Si and Zuo Wuyi each mounted a horse and headed towards the police station.

Even at their fastest speed, it was nearly dusk when they arrived.

It's cold, and people in the north get dark very quickly.

The sun quickly sank below the horizon, and in the wilderness, there were hardly any streetlights; the only light came from the stars overhead.

There were only two police officers on duty at the police station.

Zuo walked in unintentionally.

Clearly, the two police officers on duty knew Zuo Wuyi.

"You've finally arrived."

They were also anxious.

The abbot of Tianyang Gate, Xie Wuyi, was quite old, but he had watched them grow up since they were children. They didn't believe he really had any lewd thoughts about women, but the women comrades were so insistent that Xie Wuyi didn't defend himself and just silently and obediently went into the detention center cell.

They're quite self-aware.