Empty Sun, Real Moon

Early the next morning, Ling Qing was leading Clear Wind and the others through their morning recitations.

Old Daoist Liu had yet to rise, but Xu Xian had already arrived bright and early.

After returning yesterday, he had spoken to the apothecary's shopkeeper, telling him that Ling Qing was looking for an assistant in pill refinement and asking to be allowed to help.

The apothecary's owner usually thought highly of his benevolent heart, and upon hearing this, told him not to let the opportunity slip away.

He even told him that after following Ling Qing to refine pills, he could return to the shop if he wished.

Ling Qing had him sit to one side while he continued leading Clear Wind and the others through their recitations.

They began with the Eight Divine Incantations, followed by the Classic of Purity and Stillness, then the Wondrous Scripture for Protecting Life, the True Scripture of Deliverance from Calamity, the Precious Eulogy of the Three Pure Ones, and more.

Clear Wind and the others merely moved their lips as they recited after Ling Qing. Forget understanding the meanings—they could not even recite them from memory.

Old Daoist Liu did not even rise in the mornings, so naturally he would not teach Clear Wind and the others their recitations.

Still, they were exceptionally earnest, doing their utmost to keep up with Ling Qing's pace.

Seeing this, Xu Xian felt it would be improper to sit idle by himself, so he simply listened attentively from the side.

After one round of morning recitations, he had somehow managed to remember quite a lot in a muddled fashion.

From time to time, a line or two of scripture even popped into his mind.

Ling Qing put away the bell and chime, then looked at Clear Wind and