Master Duanchen gathered the three worshippers in a side hall and left them to talk through their troubles among themselves, without getting involved.
"Sorry you two had to witness that." Master Duanchen offered an apologetic smile. "I generally don't raise a hand against worshippers."
"Master, you truly are a man of passion." Meng Jingzhou held one hand before his chest, greatly admiring Master Duanchen's actions just now.
Master Duanchen sighed. "Actually, for some reason, there have been quite a few people like that third worshipper in recent years."
"They've somehow got it into their heads that their wives, children, and families are shackles, so they abandon them and retreat into religious life. Then, after a few months or years, they come to their senses and want to return to secular life. I can't speak for distant temples, but as far as I know, the temples nearby have all encountered similar cases."
"That happens?" Lu Yang mused, feeling that something about this was off.
"Immortal Fairy, do you see anything unusual about the third worshipper?"
The Undying Immortal swept her immortal sense through the neighboring side hall. "Nothing seems wrong. He looks like a perfectly normal person. He just got beaten pretty badly and didn't even dare fight back."
Lu Yang furrowed his brow. Had he been overthinking it?
"What do you think, Old Meng?"
"Master hit him well."
"..."
The worshippers who came afterward were much more normal. Master Duanchen was, after all, a virtuous monk who had made a great vow, and he had real skill. Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou watched and learned from the sidelines, gaining a great deal.
Although his method of offering guidance involved nothing more than filling a bottle with water and then pouring it out,
Master Duanchen's words and manner were so skillful