Li Xiaoyu fell silent at his words.
He knew that for Zhang Xiaofan and Bi Yao, staying far from the conflicts of the mortal world and quietly recuperating might be the best choice.
"Amitabha."
Faxiang, who had remained silent all this time, slowly walked over.
He looked at Zhang Xiaofan, a gentle, compassionate smile on his face.
"Benefactor Zhang, if you don't mind, you may return to Heavenly Sound Temple with me."
"Though Heavenly Sound Temple is no blessed paradise, its peaceful Buddhist teachings are best suited to calming the mind and nourishing the soul."
"Benefactor Bi Yao's mind and spirit are unsettled. She needs a quiet environment where she can slowly recover."
"Besides, our temple houses many scriptures on calming the soul and settling the spirit. Perhaps they can help Benefactor Bi Yao."
A light came into Zhang Xiaofan's eyes.
That was right—Heavenly Sound Temple.
The place that had given him his first inheritance, that sacred Buddhist sanctuary filled with peace and compassion.
Perhaps it truly was the best place for Bi Yao.
He turned and looked at Li Xiaoyu questioningly.
Li Xiaoyu met his gaze and nodded firmly.
"Senior Brother Faxiang is right."
"Heavenly Sound Temple's Buddhist teachings have an inconceivable effect on nourishing the soul."
"Letting Bi Yao recuperate there is the best choice."
"And with Senior Brother Faxiang looking after her, we can rest easy."
With Li Xiaoyu's confirmation, the confusion in Zhang Xiaofan's heart finally lifted.
He bowed respectfully to Faxiang.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Senior Brother Faxiang."
"Benefactor Zhang, you're too kind."
Faxiang hurriedly helped him up, the same gentle smile still on his face.
"Saving lives and healing the wounded is the duty of every Buddhist disciple."
"Besides, you and Heavenly Sound Temple have long shared an indissoluble bond."
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