Azure Sky World, Xuan Du Temple.
In the peach blossom grove, an old Daoist Master walked shoulder to shoulder with a delicate young man wearing a tiger-head hat. A fat man followed behind them, looking around everywhere to see whether there were any peach branches on the ground to pick up.
That group of traveling sword cultivators from the Sword Qi Great Wall had respectively settled down at Divine Firmament City of White Jade Capital, Sui Chu Palace, and Xuan Du Temple in the Azure Sky World.
Xuan Du Temple had only gotten this money-grubbing fat man. However, the young sword cultivator and the old Abbot got along remarkably well—though perhaps he merely thought they did.
In any case, Fatty Yan had secretly used the old Abbot's name as a banner over the years, and his business had grown quite large. A behemoth like Xuan Du Temple had so many vassal mountains that two hands would not suffice to count them. Added to that were the several dozen dynasties and Vassal States attached to Xuan Du Temple. Even speaking only of Xuan Du Temple's own lineage, it had nearly a hundred thousand Dao Officials under its jurisdiction.
The old Abbot simply turned a blind eye. After all, those exchanges of money were Fertile Water Doesn't Flow to Outsiders. If Fatty Yan could swindle money out of White Jade Capital someday, it would be no problem to give him a gold-lettered plaque; the old Abbot could even have Lu the Third inscribe it and leave his signature.
The old Abbot pondered for a long while before finally opening the skylight to speak plainly. "Bai Ye, would you be willing to serve as the abbot of Xuan Du Temple in the future?"
Bai Ye did not seem surprised. He shook his head