At Xuantian Temple, Little Monk was nowhere to be seen. Lu Bei had assumed that his Buddhist cultivation had advanced greatly, that he had seen through worldly attachments, and that he had teamed up with his abbot master Zhengqing to indulge in the pleasures of the Entertainment District and sample every bitter, sweet, sour, spicy, and salty flavor of life.
Who could have guessed that Little Monk had arrived at Great Good Temple ahead of him?
A fat, fair-faced monk led the way, with Lu Bei following close behind.
Great Good Temple was one of the top Buddhist Cultivator forces in Wu Zhou, and a leading Buddhist sect under Heaven. Yet it was unbelievably shabby. It did not even have a decent Great Hero Hall.
A low-roofed building twenty or thirty meters across, a faceless Buddha statue sitting cross-legged and forming the Earth-Touching Demon Subduing Seal, two meditation cushions, and a Green Lamp—that was the Great Hero Hall that had subdued countless demons and ranked first in Great Good Temple.
Yin Prefecture was poor, sure, but you were a top Buddhist Cultivator force. Why not develop it into a tourist attraction, earn some extra money, and replace the Buddha statue's robes with gold? Wouldn't that be better?
If all else failed, just ask the Old Zhu Family for money. Could they really bare their teeth at you?
Great Good Temple was the shabbiest first-rate immortal sect Lu Bei had ever seen. It was only slightly better than Feather Transformation Sect had once been. Thinking back carefully, when he had looked down from above just now, he really had not seen a single decent pagoda. The entire Demon Sealing Valley was filled with nothing but low-roofed houses.
"What a high donkey!"
Lu Bei admired them from the bottom of his heart.