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Chapter 290 What a beautiful old monk!

Once inside the main road, the feeling was completely different. Everything was new and exciting to Zhou Wei, and she couldn't help but look around.

Once she had fully entered the blessed land, Zhou Wei turned around and found that the flower-lined avenue behind her was gone, leaving only a steep mountain wall.

To enter this blessed land using such methods is truly difficult for ordinary people.

Perhaps because they were going to Kongshan Temple, the young monk took it upon himself to act as a host and began to make introductions.

“A blessed land is actually a small world, with a more concentrated energy than the mortal world, making it suitable for cultivation.”

"Of course, major sects like Zhengshan Academy and Kongshan Temple have accumulated even greater blessings over thousands of years. Those who are not disciples of the sect cannot enjoy these blessings."

Zhou Wei asked curiously, "Besides major sects like yours, are there any other powerful cultivation clans in this place?"

The young monk nodded, "Of course there are, otherwise where would the disciples of the major sects come from? However, even the most top-tier cultivation families cannot compare with sects."

"Although blessed lands are rich in energy, their resources are limited. Even the largest families, with the full strength of their clan, will find it difficult to produce a Celestial Realm expert."

Zhou Wei nodded. Before the incident, a major sect like Zhengshan Academy must have been a place that people from blessed lands longed for.

Unfortunately, the rich cultural heritage of the past millennium is in imminent danger.

"Little monk, are the eminent monks of Kongshan Temple easy to get along with?" Zhou Wei asked.

Kongshan Temple is already plagued with troubles, and their visit might offend the abbot.

"Of course you're easy to get along with! The abbot is the most interesting old monk in the world, you'll see when you see him, sister."

That sounds like it's not very respectful to the abbot.

Zhou Wei found it hard to imagine how interesting a highly virtuous monk could be.

Wan Qianliang and Shen Shuqing walked at the back, and couldn't help but observe their surroundings, whispering, "This place in Kongshan Temple is clearly not as good as our Divine Doctor Valley."

Shen Shuqing nodded slowly, "It is a bit strange. Not to mention the Medicine King Garden in Divine Doctor Valley, even the place where the disciples live has a more concentrated aura than here."

Wan Qianliang said thoughtfully, "It is said that the monks of Kongshan Temple do not get involved in worldly affairs. When the secular world was in great chaos, Shenyi Valley sent hundreds of disciples to end the chaos, but Kongshan Temple only sent eighteen monks."

"Judging from how desolate the energy of this place is now, I'm afraid this temple has already fallen into ruin and is now just a name in vain?"

Shen Shuqing was also unsure whether she had ever been to Kongshan Temple.

On my first visit, I was astonished to see the signs of decay in this ancient temple with a history of over a thousand years!

In this blessed land, Kongshan Temple, which was as famous as Shenyi Valley, was showing signs of decline, causing both of them some regret.

Shen Shuqing couldn't help but think of Wan Fengnian, "Senior brother, when you came out, had Master finished his seclusion?"

Wan Qianliang shook his head. "No, before I left, I went to report to my master's cave. The cave was completely silent, and there was still no response."

Shen Shuqing suddenly felt uneasy, but couldn't explain why.

He could only barely suppress his unease and silently followed behind the crowd.

After traveling for a short while, a magnificent ancient temple came into view.

The imposing gates stand tall, inspiring a sense of awe.

Jiang Yueli looked up, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"The three characters 'Kongshan Temple' are written in a way that... is full of rustic charm."

Zhou Wei looked in the direction of the sound and almost burst out laughing.

The three characters "Kongshan Temple" on the plaque are crooked and crooked, like the work of a naughty child, completely out of place with the solemnity of this ancient temple.

Zhou Wei gave the princess a thumbs up: "That's why you cultured people know how to praise others. You call such terrible handwriting 'full of rustic charm'?"

Jiang Yueli's cheeks flushed slightly; the handwriting was indeed not good.

But they are guests, so why should they find fault with Kongshan Temple?

Zhou Wei pulled Zhu Qi aside and asked, "Little monk, who wrote the words on this plaque?"

The young monk shook his head, indicating he didn't know, and said that the plaque had already been hung on the day Kongshan Temple existed.

He was used to seeing plaques and didn't want to look at them any longer, urging everyone to hurry into the temple.

Zhou Wei looked up at the plaque one last time, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar the style seemed!

The buildings inside Kongshan Temple are magnificent, but there are hardly any monks to be seen.

The young monk whispered, "Living in Kongshan Temple for too long will cause one's cultivation to decline rapidly, so most monks do not live here."

"Only a few eminent monks reside here permanently, but they must take turns; otherwise, even the most highly accomplished monks cannot withstand the strain."

Inside the magnificent building, however, there was a desolate atmosphere, and Zhou Wei couldn't help but shiver as she walked through it.

At this moment, a young novice monk walked over and, upon seeing Zhu Qi, his face lit up with surprise and delight.

"Uncle-Master Zhu Qi, you're back!?"

Zhu Qi nodded, adopting the demeanor of an elder, and instructed, "Help the guest move his luggage to the meditation room."

The young novice monk smiled and agreed, but Zhu Qi pulled him aside and asked, "Why is the abbot nowhere to be seen today?"

As they spoke, the young novice monk, with his luggage already slung over his shoulder, replied, "The abbot and the others are discussing important matters in the main hall. Should I go and inform them, Uncle-Master?"

Upon hearing that the high monks were discussing important matters, the eldest princess immediately intervened.

"No need, young monk. We'll pay our respects to the abbot once he's finished with his work."

Although Jiang Yueli is the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, this status is not enough in the blessed land, so she naturally does not put on any airs of a Crown Prince.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Qi waved his hand and said, "It's alright, Princess. Let him put down his luggage. We'll go straight to the main hall."

The eldest princess was a little worried that this might be too much of a disturbance.

Zhu Qi laughed and called out to the little novice monk who hadn't gone far.

"Do you know what the old men are discussing today?"

The young novice monk, without turning his head, said, "We're discussing whether or not to pick the peaches on the back mountain."

Upon hearing this, the eldest princess almost lost control of her expression.

Whether or not to pick the peaches on the back hill, does that need to be discussed?

Pick them when they're ripe, and don't pick them when they're not. What's there to discuss?

Zhou Wei recalled what the little monk had said before: Kongshan Temple was a magical place, where even whether to eat rice or steamed buns the next day required a meeting to discuss.

Compared to issues like rice and steamed buns, whether or not to pick the peaches sounds much more important!

"Come on, Princess, let's go to the main hall and give some advice to the monks while we're at it."

Zhou Wei pulled the eldest princess and followed behind Zhu Qi, while Tan Lin took Jiang Zao and led Shen Shuqing and Wan Qianliang to the meditation room.

As the princess walked, she said in a low voice, "Weiwei, wouldn't it be impolite for us to just walk over like this?"

Zhou Wei chuckled. Judging from the way Kongshan Temple behaved and the plaque at the main gate, she knew that they would not be impolite on their trip.

“Princess, have you forgotten? Zhu Qi said that the abbot is an interesting person! How could such a wonderful person care about these formalities?”

As they spoke, the three of them had already arrived at the main hall.

Outside the hall, the bronze incense burner was filled with swirling smoke, shaped like a lotus flower!

Several senior monks dressed in monastic robes sat upright on several prayer cushions inside the hall.

What surprised Zhou Wei and the princess was that the five high monks were wearing robes of five different colors.

Red, orange, yellow, green, and blue—incredibly vibrant!

The person at the head, dressed in red monk's robes, is the abbot.

With his white hair and beard, he was attentively listening to a high-ranking monk speak.

When they saw the abbot's appearance clearly, both the princess and Zhou Wei were stunned.

After a long pause, the eldest princess finally said, "This abbot is so handsome...so handsome..."

Jiang Yueli said "good" several times, but couldn't get the rest of her sentence out.

Zhou Wei exclaimed, "She's so beautiful, absolutely gorgeous!"