In the blink of an eye, it was the thirteenth day of the first lunar month. Only two days remained until the appointed meeting on the fifteenth.
The calm of the past few days had gradually put everyone at Ciyun Temple at ease. They also felt completely safe with a big shot like Old Ancestor Green Robe watching over the temple, so Zhitong, Yu De, and the others had grown increasingly brazen.
They had thought today would be another peaceful day, but by nightfall, Old Ancestor Green Robe was summoned.
On the one hand, a few younger Emei disciples had broken into Ciyun Temple that evening, stirred up trouble, then calmly left. On the other, a powerful ally had arrived at the temple, and Green Robe, the highest-ranking person there, needed to come out and welcome him.
Hao Shuai knew about the first matter.
He had sensed Qi Jincan, Qi Lingyun, Sun Nan, and Laughing Monk when the younger generation broke in. But, confident in his status—or, well, mainly because the Qi siblings had previously contributed so many magic treasures to him—Green Robe couldn't be bothered to deal with them.
As for the powerful ally who had come to the temple...
If his guess was right, the visitor should be Zen Master Xiaoyue.
Sure enough, when Hao Shuai walked from the Zen Room to the main hall, he saw a large, plump monk with white hair and a white beard being ushered to the seat of honor by Fayuan and the others.
The group had already taken their seats, but when they saw Old Ancestor Green Robe enter, they respectfully stood again and invited him to sit at the head of the table.
Once they were all seated again, Xiaoyue explained why he had come.
As it turned out, Xu