Lu Changchuan woke up to the distant and ancient sound of the morning bell.

I got up and went out. There was a bucket of water in front of the door, and the room opposite was empty.

After a quick wash, I headed towards the front yard based on my memory of last night's visit, and saw the monks in Yunwu Temple doing their respective tasks.

No matter where they met, they would stop and put their hands together to greet, "Hello, Mr. Lu, Senior Sister Huai Miao is in Master's yard."

They walked all the way to the courtyard of Master Juekong. Before Lu Changchuan could decide whether to knock on the door or give the master and disciple some time alone, the door opened and a little monk saluted and said, "Please come in, benefactor..."

Ye Wan and Master Juekong sat opposite each other in front of the stone table in the yard.

Ye Wan, dressed in white, looked like a blossoming bamboo on the hillside behind her, an elf emerging from the heart of the flower.

Master Juekong was dressed in a grey cassock and had a kind face, just like the arhat in the front hall.

Seeing Lu Changchuan, Master Juekong nodded with a smile, "Master Lu, please take a seat!"

"Master Juekong..."

Lu Changchuan saluted, walked forward and sat on the stone bench.

The hot water in the teapot on the clay stove was boiling, emitting a white mist of hot air.

Hot water is poured into the purple clay teapot. After a brief mist, the refreshing tea aroma spreads.

In just a moment, Lu Changchuan recognized that these were the tea leaves that he had received every night, which did not even have a seal and were only wrapped in khaki oil paper, but which were fought over by his grandfather and Old Qin every time they appeared.

"Ah Miao is my last disciple."

When Master Juekong opened his mouth, Lu Changchuan was startled.

Looking at Ye Wan again, he suddenly felt like he had picked up a treasure.

Master Juekong is an internationally renowned master of Buddhism, but for all these years, he has never appeared in public.

But every monk who came down from Yunwu Temple was the abbot of temples all over the country, and a guest of honor at the local Buddhist college.

Not only Lu Changchuan, but probably even the world doesn't know that Master Juekong's last disciple is actually a female disciple.

"A Miao is a compassionate and wise person. Even if the world knows about it, I will not avoid it, let alone worry. I have already told Huai'an that if A Miao is criticized for the rare treasure in the future, Yunwu Temple will definitely come forward to clarify it for her... Donor Lu, don't worry."

Although he didn't know what the priceless treasure was, Lu Changchuan knew the seriousness of the matter.

If it is true and Wanwan finds it, that would be the best.

By then, the infamy will only be worse than those in the entertainment industry.

Knowing that Master Juekong said this to reassure himself, Lu Changchuan shook his head and said, "Master, you should trust your own judgment."

Master Juekong was startled, and the smile between his eyebrows deepened.

After finishing a cup of tea, the sun has risen high.

Ye Wan stood up, and Lu Changchuan also stood up.

"Master, I will leave after saying goodbye to my fellow disciples..."

Ye Wan bowed respectfully, "You promised to wait for my good news, don't lie to me!"

"……good!"

"I'm leaving now. Please take care, Master!"

"good!"

Ye Wan looked back every few steps.

Master Juekong never looked back from beginning to end.

Lu Changchuan just watched, and inexplicably felt that with Master Juekong there, the entire Yunwu Mountain was as stable as a rock.

"Wanwan, are you leaving now?"

"Yes, they are already waiting at the foot of the mountain. Let's set off as soon as we get down the mountain."

"them?"

"Yes... people from the Sihai Chamber of Commerce. I also asked Boss Dai to call me, and we can meet up there when the time comes."

"What about me?"

"The accompanying family members."

“…Okay, got it!”

(End of this chapter)