With a clear, melodious ring of the bell, Tian Yong and the others, who had been absorbed in copying scriptures, came to their senses and saw that something about Ling Qing had changed.
"Ling Qing, what happened? Why are you following Senior Brother Wan?"
After saying goodbye to Senior Brother Wan and leaving the Scripture Depository Hall, Zhang Zhe and the others all asked him what had happened.
"Congratulations, Brother Ling. From now on, you can come and go freely in the Scripture Depository Hall."
Han Fu had come over with the others. He clasped his hands and congratulated Ling Qing.
Come and go freely in the Scripture Pavilion?
Everyone was stunned.
"Not at all. I'm sure you'll be there soon too, Brother Han." Ling Qing smiled.
From their conversations along the way yesterday, everyone had learned that Han Fu and Zhao Zhen had been fellow disciples under the same master in the modern world, and that both had been Taoist priests.
They had also started copying several days before the others, so they were probably nearing the end.
"That's true, we're nearly done. But for all the years my junior brother and I spent learning the Dao under our master, we still don't measure up to you, Brother Ling." Han Fu nodded. After a sigh, he noticed everyone's confusion and explained that anyone who finished copying a scripture could come and go freely in the Scripture Depository Hall.
What he said matched Senior Brother Wan's explanation exactly, so he must have already known about it.
Upon hearing this, everyone congratulated Ling Qing, and took the opportunity to congratulate Senior Brothers Han and Zhao in advance as well.
After all, they had come to the Scripture Depository Hall to read its many classics.
Their spirits lifted, too. Though they wrote