Perfected Person Mingyu, the Abbot of White Cloud Temple, was one of the oldest disciples of the Ming Generation. His talent was outstanding, and his cultivation was profound.
Otherwise, he could not have become the abbot of White Cloud Temple, one of the leading daoist sects in the Central Plains, while still belonging to the junior generation.
"Greetings, Abbot!"
"Good, good, good! What a good child!"
Perfected Person Mingyu had been meditating in seclusion in the inner hall behind the main hall. Upon hearing from the gatekeeping boy that Lu Zheng had come to pay his respects, he promptly summoned him inside.
Perfected Person Mingyu smiled broadly. "Your Dao Accumulation is carefree and elegant, ethereal and light. As expected of a true inheritor of our Daoist Sect. Excellent, excellent."
Lu Zheng immediately knew that Perfected Person Mingyu must have heard of him from Dongyang Zi, so he performed a daoist salute and bowed again. "You flatter me, Abbot."
Perfected Person Mingyu waved a hand. "Have you seen your Master?"
"I have."
Perfected Person Mingyu nodded, offered a few words of encouragement, then continued, "At this year's New Year Dharma Assembly, you and Yuan Lin shall serve as the left and right leaders of the Dao. What do you think?"
"Yuan Zheng will not fail his mission!"
After meeting Perfected Person Mingyu, Lu Zheng went to Daoist Priest Mingguang in the back hall. He took out a large quantity of Wuliangye and Huadiao Wine to replenish the back hall's storeroom, then a True Person of the Yue Generation brought him to the Back Mountain.
"Good heavens, is the fortune of our White Cloud Temple truly reaching the skies?"
"Qing Song, Mingyu—I had thought the Yuan Generation would not produce any remarkable talents."
"With a Mingyu in the Ming Generation, I was