In the mountains.
The wind howled, and the rain came down hard.
A moment later.
After entering a valley, Jiang Ning saw through the curtain of rain.
That white-clad young monk was sitting cross-legged before a cave.
The heavy rain stopped three feet in front of him.
His white robes were unstained by even a speck of dust.
Above his head was a giant lotus sculpture. Because it had stood there for many years and weathered wind and frost, the lines of the stone carving had grown somewhat blurred.
In the cave behind him sat a great Buddha about two zhang tall.
The great Buddha's right hand was raised level, palm turned upward, while its left hand pointed downward, both hands forming the Varada Mudra.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Ning immediately recalled the records he had read in books before.
This place was Lotus Cave in the Eastern Mausoleum Mountain Range.
According to legend, it had once been a place where an ancient great Buddha comprehended the Dao.
There were also records passed down saying that a high monk of clear and luminous wisdom had once comprehended Zen intent here, as well as a profound martial art—one of Vajra Temple's Thirty-Six Supreme Techniques.
No wonder he was here!
He must have been comprehending the Dao and meditating on Zen here!
The thought flashed through Jiang Ning's mind, and realization dawned in his heart.
With Jiang Ning and Zhao Yulong's arrival.
The White-Robed Young Monk slowly opened his eyes.
"Prefect Zhao, Commander Jiang!"
"Master Jīn Chán!" Jiang Ning also greeted him with a smile.
Seeing Master Jīn Chán's gaze turn toward him, Zhao Yulong could not help but smile faintly and say, "Master, don't look at me. Look at Commander Jiang. He's the one who came to find you!"
Hearing this,