Mao Yousan's judgment was sound, and what he had said made perfect sense.
But Luo Bin felt there was more to it than that.
Could the Weilu Sect become a great Taoist abbey with just a little flexibility?
What else was indispensable to a great Taoist abbey?
Compassion.
Luo Bin had not had much contact with the Taoist abbeys of the secular world, but even Luo Xianshen alone embodied a deep concern for all living beings.
The Weilu Sect had no compassion and gave no thought to the consequences. If the Grand Night Watch tried to stop them from slaying ghosts, they would tear down his altar and destroy his temple.
They were far too unyielding.
What was too rigid broke easily, which left the Weilu Sect with very few elderly members.
As a result, they had gained quite a few patriarchs.
For Taoists, that was their ultimate destination, which only made the people of the Weilu Sect cling more firmly to their Dao hearts.
If an entire Taoist abbey was that fierce and unyielding, it was too extreme. An extreme abbey could easily produce extreme people. If something went wrong with its Abbey Master, it would undoubtedly spell disaster for the Yin-Yang World.
Of course, these were only Luo Bin's personal thoughts.
Whether the Weilu Sect was preparing for a rainy day or had some other reason remained unknown.
The sky was clear and bright, without a cloud for thousands of miles. The blazing sun hung overhead, steadily burning away the mist in the mountains.
Under the scorching sun, the summits of Three Incense Mountain on the outskirts of Divine Firmament Mountain looked almost white. Together with the white mist constantly drifting from them, they truly resembled three enormous incense sticks reaching into the heavens.
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