It turns out that there are many temples around this Zhongtiantai. Near the gathering place of immortals, there is a very important temple among the eighteen temples of Yunling, namely "Yunji Temple".
According to Hua Tuo, every morning in the past, white clouds would linger around the gates of Yunji Temple, which is how the temple got its name. The three chatted with Zhao Ke for a while, then decided that since it was still early, they might as well go and visit Yunji Temple.
The three of them followed the flow of people and signs for a short distance, then turned down into a small ravine, where they encountered another queue. It turned out that they also had to buy tickets to enter Yunji Temple. Wang Yao thought to himself, "I came here to visit the eighteen temples of Yunling. It would be a waste not to go into any temple just because I can't afford the tickets."
He then sent Hui Shuo to buy tickets, while he and Hua Tuo held their seats and slowly walked forward. Hua Tuo frowned and kept muttering to himself.
"Are even the most powerful deities this greedy? You have to buy a ticket to burn incense at a temple? That doesn't make sense!"
A well-mannered man in his forties, who was also in line in front of Wang Yao, chuckled and turned his head.
“What you said is quite interesting. It’s true that you shouldn’t have to buy a ticket to burn incense at a temple. But Yunji Temple is different. It’s a cultural relic protection unit of the eighteen temples in Yunling. It’s full of antiques that have been around for a long time. If you want to see those things, you’ll have to buy a ticket, right?” the uncle said with a smile.
"Oh, that makes sense then. It's not Yunji Temple that's selling tickets and getting the money, but the Cultural Relics Management Office?" Hua Tuo blinked and nodded.
"Actually, it's not just the cultural relics management office; the temples also collect a portion of the ticket price. After all, visitors are visiting their property, which is a regular source of income besides incense offerings, helping to improve the living conditions of the monks. The Yunling Eighteen Temples Scenic Area also collects a portion..."
"After all, the surrounding environment is maintained by the scenic area, so necessary expenses are unavoidable. The cultural relics management office also has some expenses; they also need to maintain the cultural relics regularly. So, Xiaojuan, many things are like this. Don't be fooled by appearances; it may seem simple, like a tourist attraction ticket..."
"What's often involved behind the scenes is a very complex distribution of interests. Just like some professors at our school, what they say often seems reasonable and easy to understand, but it's hard to say whether there are any hidden interests at play. Young people should be careful to discern this..."
As the man spoke, he looked at a girl in her early twenties beside him who was both very beautiful and had a great figure. He spoke to her with the earnestness of a father talking to his daughter.
"Hehe, I didn't expect you to have such profound thoughts. This... is your daughter?" Hua Tuo chuckled and said to the uncle.
Unexpectedly, Hua Tuo's question caused both the uncle and the girl to look somewhat embarrassed.
"No...no...this is my...student. I brought her here to get some exposure to society," the middle-aged man explained, sounding slightly flustered.
"Students? Which university are you from?" Wang Yao immediately sensed something was off. It wasn't the weekend, and school hadn't even started yet. This teacher brought a young girl here for sightseeing—was he too free or too dedicated? If he was so dedicated, why didn't he bring a few more?
He brought along a little girl, acting like a father and daughter; there must be something fishy going on. He works as a matchmaker, so he's particularly sensitive to these kinds of things.
"From Changsheng University." The uncle glanced at Wang Yao warily, nodded slightly, probably sensing Wang Yao's suspicion, turned away, and said no more.
The group walked and stopped, and as they lined up, they approached the main gate of Yunji Temple. However, the main gate was tightly closed, with only the two side gates open, allowing people to enter and exit at the same time. The entrance was narrow, but fortunately, the tourists entering and exiting the temple were quite civilized, moving slowly without pushing or shoving.
However, the white clouds that Hua Tuo mentioned, which used to linger inside and outside the temple gates, have vanished without a trace.
Seeing that Hui Shuo hadn't arrived yet, and with the entrance getting closer, Hua Tuo and Wang Yao had no choice but to keep letting the people behind them go forward first, while they themselves kept moving back, gradually widening the distance between themselves and the teacher and student.
Seeing that Wang Yao and his companions had disappeared, the teacher and student seemed to become engrossed in their conversation again, whispering amongst themselves. Intrigued by the pair, and bored in line anyway, Wang Yao activated his magical perception technique to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Hua Tuo, who was standing to the side, noticed that Wang Yao was using magic. He chuckled and didn't stop him. He just stood by and waited to hear the gossip. Hua Tuo could tell that the relationship between the uncle and the young girl was not normal. He was just not as bored as Wang Yao and didn't rush to eavesdrop.
"I still want to go to Professor Yang's lecture. Don't worry, I'm not studying sociology, so it won't affect me. My classmates all say Professor Yang's lectures are interesting..."
"Xiaojuan, I've seen many girls like you who, because of their admiration for a certain professor, blindly follow him and unknowingly fall into his trap. Yes, Yang Quanxing is indeed somewhat famous in our school, but his fame is actually spread by mindless students..."
Upon hearing Yang Quanxing's name, Wang Yao's mind suddenly clicked. He remembered the advertisement he had seen on the ginkgo avenue at Changsheng University. By that calculation, Yang Quanxing's speech would begin in a week.
Although he had accompanied Caixia to investigate the professor before, and had not confirmed that the professor was Yang Quanxing, Yang Quanxing was undoubtedly the most suspicious candidate for the professor. It seems that this teacher was also afraid that the student would be bewitched by Yang Quanxing, and was taking this opportunity to persuade her.
"...Oh, don't worry, it's just a lecture. With so many students, Professor Yang might not even see me. It's impossible, don't worry..."
"Xiaojuan, listen to me, school doesn't start until next week, and there's not too much homework. How about... we spend a week going to Yangjie for fun? What do you think?"
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