The Young Shrine Attendant's lips twitched, his expression complicated. In the end, he still gave no answer, merely spitting out a few cold words: "Just don't die in my temple."
Lin Feng smiled, folded the letters one by one, and went out to find a Che horse-and-carriage service.
This delivery job was unlike any other. The places Lin Feng wanted his letters sent were either ancient temples on famous mountains or bustling capitals. One letter was addressed directly to the Khutuktu, whose influence was now at its height, and others to the Spiritual Masters of the Red, Flower, and other sects. Confucian, Buddhist, Taoist—he had reported the matter through every channel he could.
But no one would deliver these letters.
No matter how much he offered.
Even when it came to certain temples and Taoist monasteries on famous mountains in the Northwest, many refused to go.
"A trip like that takes years! We'd die on the road! This isn't delivering letters—it's going to our deaths!"
The people at the Che horse-and-carriage service refused him outright.
They did, however, say they could travel to the Sea coast and several nearby large cities.
As long as he paid.
So Lin Feng went to an escort agency to have the letters delivered. Its advance guards looked at the money, then the letters, swallowed hard, and gritted their teeth before agreeing.
Even with war and chaos everywhere, they would go if he paid.
But it would cost extra.
Lin Feng took out all the money he had on him and settled the arrangement.
With everything taken care of, Lin Feng returned leisurely to the Heavenly Consort Goddess's temple. His timing was perfect: the sun had just set. The Li Family's Jiao corpse followed behind him like a maggot clinging to his bones, while a