Returning Home in Brocade

The sky was clear and the air crisp. Under a deep, lucid blue sky dotted with drifting clouds, Lotus Platform Mountain offered a splendid view.

Meng Qi did not conceal his aura. His escaping light streaked across the sky and landed at the foot of the mountain. To show respect, he climbed the steps one at a time toward the halfway pavilion.

Inside the halfway pavilion stood a stone stele inscribed with the Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra in the handwriting of Shaolin's sixth-generation Patriarch, Divine Monk Yuan Kong. Facing the deep valley, every character upheld one aspect, yet all aspects were no-aspects—thus purity could be seen.

The two people standing in the pavilion were not gray-robed disciples, but two reception monks in Yellow Monk Robes. They pressed their palms together and softly proclaimed the Buddha's name. "Amitabha Buddha. The Abbot invites Benefactor Su into the temple."

"Then please lead the way, Masters." Meng Qi returned the greeting with a smile. Compared to his last return to Shaolin, this reception was clearly much more grand.

The two reception monks raised their heads and turned around. The corners of their eyes swept over Meng Qi. Seeing his youthful appearance, his dashing blue robes, his composed bearing, and his empty hands, they saw that he still possessed a young hero's high spirits. Yet not the slightest trace of his formidable aura showed, and he had grown even more restrained, making him seem unfathomable.

These two contradictory impressions blended together wondrously, without the slightest abruptness. Instead, they gave rise to an epiphany: no wonder he was the youngest Great Grandmaster in the world today!

Alas, both reception monks belonged to the Zhen Generation, and their feelings were quite complicated. At the same age and starting point, the other man had already become a world-shaking