"After five hundred years of deep affection, is the Sutra of Unfeeling really useful?" Yan Baibai asked sincerely.
"I don't know about that. When I meet someone, I'll let them practice with me. I'll definitely let you know when I come to a conclusion."
"Okay, Buddhist disciple, let's exchange contact information." Yan Baibai said as he took out his communication jade token. Jueqing Buddhist disciple also took out his communication jade token. The two of them held the jade tokens and sensed each other, and two more spiritual marks appeared on the two jade tokens.
"The donor may have to wait for a long time. I have never met the old friend of my master." The ruthless Buddhist put away the jade token and then performed a Buddhist salute to Yan Baibai.
"Buddhist son, that old friend must have come here often." Yan Baibai noticed that there was an open space in front of the tower with no grass growing on it, as if there was a person standing in front of the tower all year round, quietly watching the wick flickering in the wind.
"My old friend's wife must have loved sweets." Yan Baibai pointed at the plates of fresh-looking candies and pastries in front of the lighthouse. An idea suddenly occurred to him: "Since you can't stop him, why not just place the Jueqing Buddhist Scripture on the altar? The next time my old friend comes, he'll see your Jueqing Scripture!"
"This is indeed a good idea. Please wait for a moment, donor." The ruthless Buddhist disciple really placed a volume of the ruthless Buddhist scriptures carefully on the other side of the altar, and then quickly walked back.
After doing all this, the two of them slowly walked out of the lighthouse forest. However, Yan Baibai noticed with sharp eyes that among all the lighthouses in the lighthouse forest, only that lighthouse had an altar under it, and only that lighthouse had tributes under it.
Obviously, it is not that the owners of other death lamps are unwilling to do so, but that the Buddhist temple does not allow it.
"Donor Yan, a lighthouse houses at least a thousand lamps for the afterlife, and there are tens of thousands of lighthouses in our temple's lighthouse forest. If we allow something like this to happen, what will be the consequences? Have you ever thought about it?"
A smelly landfill filled with garbage will attract many hungry animals. Buddhism prohibits killing, so a lot of manpower and resources will be spent on maintaining the site.
"Donor Yan, I forgot to tell you something." Jueqing Buddhist looked at Yan Baibai with a pious face: "When the temple was first built, all the expenses of Dengtalin were paid by an old friend of Master."
"Oh~" Yan Baibai looked at the ruthless Buddhist with understanding. The two looked at each other in silence, and then began to concentrate on their journey.
After exiting a barrier, the quiet breeze was instantly replaced by a bustling crowd. They arrived at a large temple. The temple was bustling with activity, but most of the visitors were mortals. Mortals only saw the temple; they would never see the vast barrier behind it.
When the female pilgrims saw Jueqingfuzi appear, they enthusiastically approached him to inquire about marriage. Judging from his familiarity, it was definitely not his first time. Yan Baibai was quickly shoved aside, occasionally receiving a few warning glares.
Yan Baibai easily understood those looks: Master Jueqing belongs to everyone, how can you keep him all to yourself!
Looking around, this Jueqing Buddhist disciple truly stood out from the crowd of monks. Yan Baibai used his spiritual power to secretly transmit a goodbye message to Jueqing Buddhist disciple, then quickly left.
Foshan Temple and Yanjian Sect are still far apart. Even if they encounter flying, Yan Baibai will be exhausted. Fortunately, there is Yan Xiaobai. When Yan Baibai is tired of flying, he lets Yan Xiaobai out, sits on Yan Xiaobai and lets it carry him to continue on the way to Yanjian Sect. Finally, the system can't bear it anymore, so it directly uses the cheat to teleport Yan Baibai to the city near Yanjian Sect.
Red Sword City is the closest city to the Yanjian Sect. The city is large and has a full range of dining, drinking, and entertainment facilities, but the most common thing in Red Sword City is the sword shop. There is a popular saying among the monks:
Since I can't become a disciple of Yanjian Sect, I must own a good sword from Chijian City.
In fact, the quality of the spiritual swords in Chijian City is indeed better than the craftsmanship and quality of many places.
"Host, what are you doing in Chicheng?" Looking at Yan Baibai who had been wandering around since arriving in Chijian, the system couldn't help but ask.
"Buy some food and go back to have hot pot with everyone."
As Yan Baibai was speaking, they finally arrived at the largest "vegetable market" in Chijian City. The rest of the day was naturally spent shopping. While buying vegetables, there were many vendors who had watched the sect competition. Then Yan Baibai was secretly taken care of by everyone.
Even in the world of immortal cultivation, taxes are required. Within a certain sphere of influence, one must pay taxes to that power. However, the percentage of this "tax" is determined by that power itself. This is also partly why the Yanjian Sect is mocked as "stupid" by other casual sects.
The vendors also knew that if they dared to blatantly give Yan Baibai a discount today, they might never see her buy vegetables again in their lives, and they might also be punished by the sect. Everyone knew this tacitly.
After putting all the vegetables into the storage bag and sighing at the good quality and low prices of the food in Chijian City, Yan Baibai headed towards the sect. However, she didn't expect that she would meet an old friend on this short journey.
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