Lu Xiaotian shook his head and sighed softly. He was a pitiable soul, too. The deeper Yun Xiaoqi's feelings for Wu Nian grew, the more Lu Xiaotian felt sorry for the young woman, who loved and hated with such fierce abandon. She still didn't know that the man she cherished had long since passed away.
Yun Xiaoqi's anger was like a summer rainstorm: it came quickly and passed just as fast. When Lu Xiaotian returned, she greeted him with a bright smile, calling him "Brother Wu Nian" over and over. It gave Lu Xiaotian a headache.
Before long, though, Lu Xiaotian realized that being pestered by Yun Xiaoqi wasn't entirely a bad thing. The round-faced, middle-aged monk Wu Gu turned out to be a chatterbox—or, more accurately, he loved discussing Buddhist teachings. Whenever Lu Xiaotian had a moment to spare, Wu Gu figured that, since Abbess Ding Han was a woman, talking with her wasn't as convenient as talking with Lu Xiaotian. So whenever he got the chance, he would seek Lu Xiaotian out to discuss the Dharma.
Although Lu Xiaotian had cultivated the Mahavairocana Dharani Sutra, he had never spent a single day at the Danzhu Buddhist Sect. How could he discuss Buddhist teachings with Wu Gu? If he spent too much time with the monk, Wu Gu might well notice something was amiss. After weighing the pros and cons, Lu Xiaotian decided that chatting with Yun Xiaoqi about romance and moonlit nights seemed preferable. The moment Yun Xiaoqi saw that Lu Xiaotian no longer seemed to reject her, she was overjoyed and chattered away at his side, telling him how hard she'd struggled to find him along the way.
To avoid getting too close to Yun Xiaoqi, Lu Xiaotian had deliberately drawn the young nun Ding Yu into