Mu Qing followed Wu Wang to the canteen for breakfast. It consisted of two steamed buns and a bowl of thin porridge. Although it wasn't a lavish meal, the long-lost aroma of rice was incredibly delicious to Mu Qing, who had been navigating the post-apocalyptic world for several years.

He ate with elegance, savoring each grain of rice with such care and genuine devotion that the old monk beside him nodded in approval.

He couldn't help but think that it was truly rare to find such a pure and innocent son of the Prime Minister. The old monk had heard of the Prime Minister's upright character, having come from humble origins. Now, seeing the young master, he held the Prime Minister in even higher regard.

"Master, I'd like to set up a longevity tablet for my mother and contribute some money for incense. Please lead the way, Master." Mu Qing said to Wu Wang beside him after finishing his meal.

“Okay, okay,” Wuwang said.

Walking along the cobblestone path, a cool breeze blew by, and Mu Qing felt a refreshing coolness seep into her body. She knew this was her body absorbing wood-elemental energy on its own. She couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

"The wood energy in ancient times was truly abundant," Mu Qing thought to himself.

Suppressing his desire to cultivate, he turned through the corridor and arrived at a side hall behind the temple.

The vermilion door, the high walls built of bluestone, the wooden beams and blue tiles, the room is more than 20 meters high, and 15 meters long and wide; the altar in front is tiered, on which many longevity tablets are stacked one after another. The longevity tablets are made of redwood and engraved with the names of the worshippers. Rows of oil lamps are lit under the longevity tablets, and the whole room is filled with a faint fragrance of incense, which inexplicably soothes the unease in people's hearts.

According to Mu Qing's memory, longevity tablets in this era could be lit for the living to pray for long life, or for the deceased to pray for peace and wealth in the next life. They were basically lit by younger generations for their elders.

After thinking for a moment, Mu Qing asked the temple to make five longevity tablets: one for the original body, one for Bai's mother, one for Bai's grandfather, one for Mu's father, and one for Sima Qingqing. He made tablets for the original body's elders and the original body itself, to avoid arousing unnecessary suspicion. The original body's longevity tablet was engraved with Mu Abao, which was what Bai's mother called Mu Qing when he was a child.

The original owner usually stayed at home with her mother and rarely went out. She received two taels of silver per month, plus the income from her mother's dowry shop. During festivals, her elders would give her some money. Over ten years, she had saved more than five thousand taels of pocket money.

This time, the original owner of this body brought all her savings with her when she went out. Mu Qing donated all of this money to Tianfo Temple and asked the monks in the temple to help take care of the longevity tablet and keep the lamp burning forever.

In a typical farming family where one or two taels of silver could be saved in a year, five thousand taels of silver was enough for several generations of an ordinary farming family to live on. For Tianfo Temple, it was also a large sum of money, enough for all the monks in the temple to live on for decades. Mu Qing was able to save up so much money because of the income from Bai's mother's shop in the capital.

The original owner planned to donate one thousand, and take the remaining four thousand to find Old Master Bai for expenses along the way.

Mu Qing wasn't in a hurry to find Old Master Bai. Firstly, he needed some time to accept his current identity. Secondly, he had now transmigrated into a defenseless young boy with no martial arts skills. Being small and delicate-looking, it was really unsafe for him to go out.

"Madam, Madam, the Second Young Master has gone out alone." A maid in a blue robe hurriedly reported, panting and looking anxious.

"Qing'er isn't in the manor. What happened? Explain yourself." Sima Qingqing asked seriously, her heart filled with worry.

“Second Young Master, a few days ago he said he wanted to go to Anran Residence alone for a few days and didn’t want anyone to come with him. Today, Young Master Wang came to visit you. I led him to the backyard of Anran Residence, but we found that you weren’t there. We asked the manager, and he said that you had been gone for eight days and hadn’t returned. He thought you had already returned to the manor, but you’ve been gone for half a month. I’ve gone to all the places you might have gone but I haven’t been able to find you…” said Xiao Cui, the maid in green.