"Hello, Senior Brother Changshan!"
"Hello."
"Hello, Senior Brother Changshan!"
"Hello. Remember to weed the Backyard. I'll put you down for a merit afterward."
"No problem, Senior Brother!"
Along the way, all sorts of Daoists greeted Shen Gun respectfully. It was clear that he was very popular as the monastery's eldest senior brother. Nor did the Daoists show any particular reaction when they saw Bai Yun and Lin Lin behind him; they simply smiled and nodded in greeting.
"Such an impressive presence..." Bai Yun lowered his voice and asked quietly, "Should we start calling you Daoist Master Changshan too?"
"Please don't. I'm not worthy of being called a Daoist master." Facing them, Shen Gun showed none of his bearing as the eldest senior brother, instead smiling affably. "You can call me by my Daoist name or my real name. Either is fine."
"This place is really huge," Lin Lin asked curiously. "What do you usually cultivate here? Martial arts? Or magic?"
Shen Gun shook his head. "The only thing we cultivate here is the heart."
"The heart?"
"You'll find out when the time comes."
Wuyou smiled and said, "I'll be off then, Senior Brother. I still have to ring the bell today."
"All right!" Shen Gun smiled and patted his belly, a sight that looked extremely incongruous. "Thanks for your efforts today. Remember to eat a little more at lunch."
Beyond the main gate was what appeared to be a martial arts training ground. Unlike the training halls in the real world, this one had no weapons specifically for the Daoists to practice with. Instead, a huge character for "heart" had been painted on the bricks below.
The three walked on and on, until they met a middle-aged man wearing yellow Daoist robes.
"Martial Uncle Huang Xu!" Shen Gun greeted him