The ancient temple is serene and secluded, with old trees standing tall. The azure sky is clear and bright, and even the white clouds in the spirit world have a touch of languidness.
In the small vegetable garden of Baima Temple, the chubby monk Jiujiu is carefully watering the seedlings.
Amidst the serene fragrance of sandalwood, Abbot Xuan Kong, with gentle eyes and sermons, preached to the young novices.
Zhu Yi and Su Linyuan arrived quietly, slipping in through the side gate of Baima Temple.
On the day of the sermon at the temple, Master Xuan Kong, sitting on the high platform, had no less vigor, and his ability to transmit sound over long distances was still as good as he remembered.
Su Linyuan found a corner, sat down cross-legged, and listened attentively to the Buddhist teachings.
Feeling a bit sleepy, Zhu Yi forced herself to stop yawning halfway through.
She glanced around furtively, and when she found no one was paying attention to her, she felt a little relieved.
She felt a little embarrassed, because in her past life she hadn't liked listening to the old monk chanting sutras.
At that time, Jiang Lin listened attentively to the young Buddhist monk, and Xiao Zhu Yi often followed behind him.
He claimed to be experiencing the boundless power of Buddhism, but in reality, he was secretly dozing off.
I never imagined that after all the twists and turns, having traversed the small world before my transmigration and experienced the bizarre and fantastical world of cultivation, I would still be so sleepy.
Having not engaged with Buddhism for many years, Su Linyuan was completely absorbed in the lecture.
Suddenly, a small figure collapsed beside her. Zhu Yi, with her head turned to the side, was fast asleep, hugging his leg.
Under the old tree where the sutra was being preached, on the high altar, Abbot Xuan Kong concluded his half-day sutra preaching session.
After the monks left, the young novice monks who were unfamiliar with Su Linyuan cast curious glances at them.
Suddenly, the fat monk Jiu Jiu appeared in front of Su Linyuan, covered in mud, and exclaimed with wide eyes, "Junior Brother Jiang Lin, you're back!"
This loud voice attracted the attention of others, and Zhu Yi was jolted awake.
She stared drowsily at the chubby figure in front of her, a figure she recognized.
Su Linyuan performed the proper greeting, the same one he used in his previous life as a lay disciple of a minor Buddhist cultivator.
Master Xuan Kong smiled, his wise eyes seemingly able to see through all the causes and consequences between the two of them and their future.
"Recently, in the lotus pond of the temple, a lotus that had not bloomed for a hundred years suddenly bloomed. The old monk saw that its color was as bright as a peach blossom, and thought that an old friend must have returned."
The old host was very satisfied with Zhu Yi's current state. The little girl had shed her former naivety and innocence, and had become more lively than before.
Zhu Yi's mind instantly cleared. Good heavens! How did she fall asleep again in front of Abbot Xuan Kong?
She blushed, a rare occurrence for her, and solemnly bowed in imitation of Su Linyuan, saying, "I will never forget the kindness of the presiding master in bringing me back to life."
Is that a good way to put it? Zhu Yi couldn't quite grasp the refined and literary style of those with profound Taoist knowledge, so she simply took out her stock of fried mushrooms.
A plate of golden-brown fried mushrooms with a slightly spicy sauce, served with a pot of tea, is incredibly delicious and thirst-quenching.
The abbot, Xuan Kong, wasn't overly formal. Even though it wasn't mealtime, he still obliged to take a small bite.
Senior Brother Jiu Jiu also sneaked a small bite.
The two men had kind and gentle faces, and soon a group of greedy young monks gathered around them...
"Little Peach Blossom, do you have any more? Share some with us all. Is everyone in the cultivation world eating this well?" It felt good that Senior Brother Jiu Jiu wasn't being polite with Zhu Yi.
"Yes, I can make even more fried vegetables for everyone!" It's time for the exciting chef segment again.
Su Linyuan was very happy to see the young monks who had surrounded him go from being unfamiliar with him to being extremely enthusiastic.
He smiled, perhaps unaware of how much she loved to eat.
Wherever she goes, there's a lively atmosphere with lots of delicious food.
Not long after arriving at Baima Temple, Zhu Yi taught the monks in the kitchen how to make many different kinds of vegetarian dishes.
In the spirit world, many people enjoy living on air and dew, leading a life of immortals.
There is still a small group of people who like to eat something occasionally.
The young monks gathered at the kitchen door... a bunch of little gluttons.
The abbot chuckled, "It does have a more down-to-earth feel to it."
It felt like coming home.
Su Linyuan didn't feel that a hundred years had passed or that the place was unfamiliar.
It was as if the tribulations and karma of the past life had become less important at this moment.
For Jiang Lin in his previous life, what he wanted to protect was someone he could talk and laugh with and eat with after finishing his daily cultivation in his small hut.
For the naive and inexperienced Zhu Yi, the peach grove had been lonely for a thousand years, and the fact that someone had finally come along to take her out to see the outside world was a bond she was unwilling to give up.
"Jiang Lin, on the Canglan Continent, Little Peach Blossom still has some karmic debts to settle." Amidst the cheerful commotion of the crowd, Abbot Xuan Kong spoke softly.
"You and Little Peach Blossom were originally from the Spirit Realm, so you ascended here and do not need to drink the Cleansing Soup."
The charity event was hosted by a gentle and patient voice that spoke slowly.
Su Linyuan silently memorized it.
Both he and Zhu Yi voluntarily went to the Immortal Realm from the Spirit Realm to repair their souls. They accumulated enough good fortune that they were able to fly directly up here.
There's no need to go through all the tribulations and realms required for a native cultivator to ascend to immortality.
Their other two original realms belonged to the spirit realm.
All the experiences and trials on the Canglan Continent are a continuation of the karma between Jiang Lin and Xiao Zhuyi in the Spirit Realm.
In his previous life, Jiang Lin suppressed the evil serpent with his own body, which was a good deed.
Xiao Zhuyi's act of using Buddhist fire to help Lantian Snake respect the order of the Jianmo Snake Clan was also a good deed.
In the world of cultivation, Zhu Yi and he have helped and saved many people, which is also considered a good deed.
All the good fortune combined will surely make their lives a little better.
As for the Imperial Mirror Master... he descended to the mortal realm after making a mistake. Making a mistake and acting voluntarily are not the same thing.
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