An old man freezing in the bitter wind had sought help outside the temple. If the people of Dragon Painting Temple refused him shelter, they would be unworthy of calling themselves disciples of the Buddhist Sect.
So, unsurprisingly, a monk who heard the commotion opened the gate and brought Old Man Yu inside. He also received some vegetarian food from the kitchen. After all, distinguished guests had dined there, leaving plenty of leftovers.
At midnight, Dragon Painting Temple lay silent.
Old Man Yu rose from his bed in the guest quarters and went outside, walking alone between the temple buildings in the chilly mountain wind.
When he reached the main hall farther down the mountainside, the light of the ever-burning lamps shone from within. Old Man Yu looked inside, then raised his gaze toward the mountain.
"Dragon Painting Temple. First came the dragon, then the temple. Who would have thought Ya Ci's spirit had neither remained in the sea nor perished, but was here in this mountain?"
"Sir, the one in this mountain doesn't seem to hold that much resentment?"
Hui Mian appeared on Old Man Yu's shoulder and looked up at the mountain as well. Though mist veiled everything, Old Man Yu himself had breathed it out, so it did little to hinder Hui Mian.
"That is why I said the dragon came before the temple. Whoever founded Dragon Painting Temple was truly remarkable. They used Buddhist teachings to dissolve this dragon's resentment, keeping even the powerful rancor steeped in the boundless ocean from affecting its true essence, and allowing its spiritual nature to gradually return under the influence of those teachings!"
Hearing his master offer such high praise, Hui Mian nodded too.
"Impressive! Looking at it that way, Black Dragon's casual little meddling in Haiyu County was truly