Chapter 202 sweeps away the dust, but cleanses the mind.
After Li Yao left, the Taoist temple, which had been bustling all day, fell completely silent.
Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin did not leave, but instead stayed in Shen Yuepo's newly renovated room.
Feng Jin was clearly not very satisfied with this simple environment, but with Chen Yuepo in his arms, he made do with it.
The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, a series of urgent knocks on the door shattered the tranquility.
"Fellow Daoist Shen! Fellow Daoist Shen! Something terrible has happened!" Zhang Qingyuan's anxious voice rang out from outside the door.
"Fellow Daoist Lin! Fellow Daoist Lin has left the temple!!"
Inside the room, Shen Yuepo stirred in Feng Jin's arms, slowly opening her eyes, which showed no surprise whatsoever.
She replied lazily, "Okay, I got it."
Zhang Qingyuan, standing outside the door, was clearly taken aback by the calmness of the person inside. He paused for a moment, then stopped knocking, but his voice remained urgent:
"Huh? You know? Then... what should we do? Fellow Daoist Lin left a note saying that the world is so big and he wants to go see it."
Shen Yuepo sat up, rubbed his temples, and said to the door:
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you should go to the front hall to prepare for the opening of the temple. I will let Lin Yanxin come back on her own. I will go to the front hall to talk to you in detail later."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingyuan had no choice but to head towards the front hall.
Hearing the footsteps hesitantly leave, Shen Yuepo finally threw off the covers and got out of bed.
When she saw Meng Guichen yesterday, she predicted that Lin Yanxin, that coward, would probably run away.
However... she has plenty of ways to get him to come back "voluntarily".
Feng Jin was still lying lazily on the bed, propping his head up with one hand.
"Your senior brother is quite interesting. Doesn't he know that for ghost messengers, finding people is just as easy as finding ghosts? Especially someone of Meng Guichen's level."
His tone carried a hint of schadenfreude.
Shen Yuepo was inserting a simple jade hairpin into her hair when she heard this, she paused, and glanced at him through the mirror:
“He knows. However, our Void Stillness Observatory has some minor techniques that can confuse the senses of ghost messengers.”
She turned around and looked at Feng Jin, who was sitting on the bed in a seductive pose. "It's naturally useless against someone of your level, but for ghost messengers below the judge level... it's enough for them to run away and hide away for a while."
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin raised his eyebrows and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Confusing the senses of ghost messengers? Your little Xujing Temple... is truly full of hidden talents."
These words stirred something within Shen Yuepo.
She walked to the bedside and sat down, looking into Feng Jin's eyes, and asked, "Speaking of Xujing Temple... Feng Jin, I've always wanted to ask you this."
"When we first met, you were seriously injured. Why did you happen to end up in the backyard of our Taoist temple?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin's eyes flickered slightly, and his lazy smile faded, replaced by a coldness.
"At that time, I was in the deepest part of the underworld, where I was ambushed by Mingye, Yang Yun, and a mysterious person with an obscure aura."
He looked at Shen Yuepo and said, "It wasn't until I arrived in the mortal realm and combined various clues that I finally confirmed that the mysterious person who had been hiding behind the scenes and planning that sneak attack was Yun Jingyan."
"Back then, I fought against three people and severely injured them, but my own divine body was also damaged, my soul was shaken, and I fell into a deeper self-protective dormancy."
"As for why I fell into the Void Meditation Hall..."
His brow furrowed slightly, as if he were also pondering this question: "Perhaps it's because of the spatial distortion when the heavenly lightning struck, perhaps it's because the Void Meditation Temple is inherently somewhat special, or perhaps..."
He looked at Shen Yuepo, his gaze meaningful, "...Is it because you're here, some unseen force drawing you here?"
After listening, Shen Yuepo nodded thoughtfully.
Suddenly, she grabbed Feng Jin's wrist, her spiritual energy about to probe into his meridians, "So, are your injuries all healed now?"
Feng Jin's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he grabbed her fingers with his other hand. "The damage to the soul is not so easy to heal."
He squeezed Shen Yuepo's palm lightly, "However, it's more than enough to deal with Yun Jingyan, who has lost his claws and is now only half-human and half-god."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo gripped his hand tightly, her eyes sharp: "And I'm here too. This time, let him taste what it's like to bully the weak with numbers."
Seeing her protective attitude, Feng Jin's heart stirred slightly, and he couldn't help but lean over to kiss her.
Shen Yuepo raised her hand and covered his mouth, saying, "Brush your teeth before kissing."
Feng Jin: "..."
After washing up, Chen Yuepo went to the front hall.
Zhang Qingyuan was focused on sweeping the floor when he saw Shen Yuepo. He stopped what he was doing, smiled and greeted him, "Good morning, Fellow Daoist Shen."
Shen Yuepo nodded, "Good morning."
Then, he suddenly spoke up: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, sweeping is hard work. How about... I go find a few more people to help?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingyuan immediately shook his head vigorously, his face becoming serious:
"No need, no need! Fellow Daoist Lin taught me that sweeping is also a form of cultivation. What is swept away is dust, what is cleansed is the mind."
"I think Fellow Daoist Lin's words contain great wisdom and make a lot of sense!"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
Looking at Zhang Qingyuan's face, which was filled with piety, she was speechless for a moment.
Their ability to deceive people through feigned tranquility is truly... surpassing their teachers.
"cough."
Shen Yuepo cleared his throat and decided to get to the point, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, didn't you want to know how to get Lin Yanxin to come back on her own?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingyuan's eyes lit up. He immediately put down the broom, leaned closer, and asked with a look of eager curiosity, "Yes, yes! Fellow Daoist Shen, do you have any brilliant plans?"
A smile played on Shen Yuepo's lips as she slowly said, "It's very simple. You only need to do one thing—"
She paused deliberately, looking at Zhang Qingyuan's nervous expression, before slowly saying the second half of her sentence, "Go to the room where Lin Yanxin lives and pry open the lock."
Zhang Qingyuan was taken aback: "Pry open the lock? In Fellow Daoist Lin's house?"
Shen Yuepo nodded and said slowly and deliberately:
"Hmm. After prying it open, move all his precious rare and out-of-print comics, as well as the God of Wealth statue that he supposedly kept by his bedside, to the donation box in the front hall."
"Then, in the most conspicuous place in the front hall, a large red notice was posted, which read: 'Our temple is in dire financial straits. In order to raise funds for the daily maintenance of the temple and the reconstruction of the statue of our patriarch, we are now reluctantly selling the private collection of our abbot, Daoist Lin Yanxin!'"
"Fair prices, honest service, first come, first served!"
Zhang Qingyuan was stunned; his jaw almost dropped.
He had personally witnessed how much Fellow Daoist Lin treasured these things.
The comic books were all wrapped in plastic film. He said that he didn't have the means to do this before, but now that he does, he still cherishes them.
That God of Wealth statue was his lifeblood; he would wipe it clean every day.
If this gets sold... wouldn't Fellow Daoist Lin be utterly devastated when he gets back?!
"Fellow Daoist Shen, this...this isn't quite right, is it?" Zhang Qingyuan stammered.
Shen Yuepo had a blank expression on his face:
"What's wrong with that? As the abbot, isn't it only right that he contributes to the temple? Besides..."
A sly glint flashed in her eyes. "I only said 'sell,' not 'it has to be sold.'"
"The items are placed next to the donation box in the front hall where people come and go. It's okay for worshippers to take a look, right? What if a worshipper accidentally knocks them down, or is eager to take a look... isn't that normal?"
Zhang Qingyuan understood instantly.
This is an open conspiracy!
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