Conscience Price

Hui Xian had a kind heart—the genuine kind.

He vaguely sensed something unusual in the husband and wife's physiognomy, as though a route that had originally been planned out had suddenly been forcibly cut off. It felt terribly awkward. This unknown change would likely bring disaster upon the family, and Old Hui Xian could not bear to turn a blind eye.

"Benefactor, has anything major happened in your household lately?"

"Something major?"

The man surnamed Xu felt that the Western Teachings had been rather strange lately. First an old immortal had come, and now an old beggar had appeared.

"A few days ago, we welcomed a new child into the family. A master even came to bestow a name and a treasure upon him. My Xu Family is deeply grateful to Golden Mountain Courtyard. Might Master think that my son possesses an Immortal Bone?"

The Bamboo Spring Temple group froze. What the hell was an Immortal Bone?

"Bestowed a name? Gave a treasure? He came from Golden Mountain Courtyard?"

"I asked around. That man was a revered monk from Golden Mountain Courtyard. He named my son Xu Xian and even chose his courtesy name for the future—Hanwen. He also gave my son a precious jade pendant to ward off evil, so foul things would not trouble him." The man surnamed Xu spoke happily, though inwardly he felt that the three shabby monks before him, who looked like enormous macaques, were nothing like the immortals of Golden Mountain Courtyard.

They looked more like wild monks from some tiny country temple.

Golden Mountain Courtyard was where gods and Buddhas dwelled, with carved beams and painted rafters, gilding and jade inlays. Countless monks gathered there, and incense offerings flourished. Its divine statues were especially the largest in Jiangnan, drawing innumerable scholars and poets