Time seemed to stand still between heaven and earth.
Lin Ke found this rather strange, too.
In his previous life, some countries had indeed mastered time-stopping technology. He had seen it in certain documentaries.
Who knew the Great Wei Sacred Dynasty had it, too?
"Ahem." Lin Ke gave a light cough toward Butcher Zhang, signaling with his eyes for him to hurry over and take him as a disciple, thereby breaking the deadlock.
"Huh?" Before Butcher Zhang could react, rolling thunder came from the distance.
"I am Kongtongzi of the Daoist temple on Mount Kongtong, now at the fifth realm, Spirit Transformation Stage. Would my dear disciple be willing to join my temple?"
Lin Ke immediately smiled and bowed with his hands clasped. "I have often heard that Mount Kongtong's Painting Path is unrivaled beneath heaven. Seeing you today, Daoist Master, you truly brim with immortal grace. You ought to be my master!"
"Good, good!" Kongtongzi stroked his beard and laughed heartily. "Come to my mountain gates another day. Once you see those beautiful vistas, my disciple, poetic inspiration will surely surge within you! Haha, good, hahaha!"
While Kongtongzi was still laughing, another voice rang out.
"This old monk is the abbot of Vajra Temple on Vajra Mountain, with the Dharma name Pudu. I see that you possess roots of Buddhist wisdom, benefactor. Would you be willing to enter our temple as a lay disciple?"
A monk in plain cloth robes appeared nearby, walking barefoot upon the earth with the Buddhist Staff in hand.
"I have always felt an affinity with the Buddhist Path. Holy monk, your Buddhist radiance shines over all and leaves me convinced. After joining the temple, I will certainly read plenty of Buddhist and Zen scriptures." Lin Ke pressed his palms together and bowed.
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