After entering the reception room, Chen Lin invited the other man to sit down, then said, "Master, you can tell me what brings you here now."
As he spoke, he openly probed the monk with his divine sense, but detected no trace of an evil demon's aura on him.
Xuanzhi paid no mind to Chen Lin's probing. Instead, he took out two fist-sized fruits and placed them on the table.
"These are sarira fruits," he said. "People believe they are heaven and earth treasures, but they actually develop from the relics of Buddhist cultivators. A relic must be buried beneath a reliquary tree before it can bear fruit. This Temple has not produced a Vajra Realm Buddhist cultivator in many years. These two fruits were left by our previous abbot. Since you need them, Benefactor Chen, I will give you both."
Chen Lin froze. He had never expected the monk to make such a move right off the bat. It truly caught him by surprise.
He had thought the monk might have come looking for trouble, not bearing treasures.
There was no reason to turn down a treasure delivered into his hands, especially something he had dreamed of obtaining. Chen Lin picked them up without ceremony, examined them for a while, then put them away.
Only then did he look at the monk and say, "I cannot accept a reward without earning it. Surely you have something in mind, Master, to give me such precious treasures?"
To his surprise, Master Xuanzhi shook his head. "Monks do not speak falsehoods. Since I said they were gifts, gifts they are. I only hope you will withdraw your posted commission and restore some peace to This Temple."
Embarrassment washed over Chen Lin's face. He felt as though he had done something wrong.
But