In Lin Tian's presence, Faming adopted an exceedingly humble posture and spoke to Chen Yi with a fawning expression.
"Haha, I really have no interest in becoming the abbot of Golden Mountain Temple. Besides, my name is Chen Yi now, not Xuanzang."
Chen Yi took one last look at Golden Mountain Temple, then turned and left.
The two walked along the streets of Jiangzhou City, watching ordinary folk and laborers bustle back and forth.
After Lin Tian's efforts to promote cultivation, a cultivation craze had swept across the entire Great Tang. Everyone hoped to grow stronger, and everyone had the desire to rise.
With the continued development of Dao Arts, people no longer had to worry about having enough food or warm clothing.
Once they reached a certain cultivation realm, they could achieve grain avoidance entirely. As for clothing, anyone with even a little cultivation had nothing to fear from bitter cold.
Even if they needed grain, the Great Tang's productive forces were now far beyond what they had once been. With the aid of Dao Arts, some crops could even yield ten harvests a year.
People lived and worked in peace, enjoying incomparable happiness.
"When I first joined the Buddhist Sect, I hoped to use my own strength to deliver the people of the world and help them enter the Elysium World."
"But seeing this today, with everyone in our Human Race like a dragon, this place is countless times better than that Elysium World in the Western Lands. No one needs me to ferry them across the sea of suffering."
A faint smile appeared on Chen Yi's face as he spoke.
At that moment, he finally understood why his master held the Buddhist Sect in such contempt.
The Buddhist Sect merely hoped people could escape the sea of