A Pilgrimage Road Unhindered by Wind and Rain

The next day.

When master and disciple woke, Verdant Green Maiden was nowhere in the temple. They searched for a long while before finally spotting her on the rear mountain.

Verdant Green Maiden was slowly walking among the graves on the rear mountain, as though she were tending them?

"..."

Watching this, Wang Xuanlan let out a long sigh.

He raised a hand and beckoned Wang Taixiao over.

"Let's go!"

"Yes, Master."

Wang Taixiao nodded.

Wang Xuanlan stood where he was and bowed deeply to Verdant Green Maiden from afar, then silently took his leave. Verdant Green Maiden was aware of their movements, but since they had not come to disturb her, she could not be bothered to concern herself with where they were going. Whether they stayed or left, Verdant Green Maiden respected their choice.

"I know."

"You all couldn't bear to see Tai Ping Daoist temple decline like this."

"What you told me back then..."

"Now... I'll help you rebuild Tai Ping Daoist temple!"

"Ten years!"

"I believe ten years should be enough."

"If it isn't, then it only means you never did enough good deeds in your daily lives, so people don't think much of Tai Ping Daoist temple!"

Verdant Green Maiden gazed at the graves of Min Shu and the other temple masters of Tai Ping Daoist temple, murmuring to herself.

She was saying it for herself to hear.

And for them to hear as well.

She was not good at sorrow.

Better to be a little happier!

After the Wang master and disciple returned, news of Tai Ping Daoist temple's reconstruction spread like wildfire, swiftly reaching every corner of Shu. Countless people came drawn by its name.

Most, however, were ordinary folk who came to the temple to seek gods and ask after the Dao.