Facing Li Wei's answer, Master Qishan did not ask any further questions. He raised his hands and pressed his palms together in a Buddhist salute. "I lost this game. Your skill at Go is indeed extraordinary, sir."
Little Monk Guanhai looked utterly bewildered. He could not understand what his master and this gentleman were talking about, nor did he know when this gentleman had defeated his master. He could only stare on miserably.
"Since I won this game, it is time for me to leave." Li Wei rubbed Little Monk Guanhai's head again and spoke to Master Qishan.
Li Wei walked slowly, yet quickly. In less than a quarter of an hour, he had left Mount Wa and arrived at an open space, where he woke the Divine Beast White Tiger from its light sleep. He leaped onto its head and rode north on the tiger.
Watching Li Wei ride the giant tiger into the distance, Little Monk Guanhai could not help but sigh. "Master, this gentleman truly is first-rate in the world."
"Yes..." Master Qishan said softly, his eyes profound.
Half a month later, Master Qishan rarely left his thatched hut and appeared at Lanke Temple. It was not until the following morning, when believers from the small town at Mount Wa came to offer incense, that they discovered the entire Lanke Temple was empty.
After asking around carefully, they learned that the monks of Mount Wa had changed out of their robes and into ordinary clothes, entering the mundane Red Dust to cultivate.
Now, only Master Qishan and his final disciple, Guanhai, remained on Mount Wa, cultivating in the thatched hut beneath the stone Buddha's feet.
Not long afterward, news that the monks of Mount Wa's Lanke Temple had entered the secular kingdoms to cultivate spread throughout Haotian