Decent people didn't keep diaries.
Now that he was reading diaries, everyone felt their hair stand on end, so they all thought something was wrong with the diaries.
In the crowd, Qing He's eyes shifted. She, too, had noticed something amiss.
But...
"Brother Fu Gui, if something's wrong with the diaries, that's all the more reason to read them."
"Only by reading them can we find the problem and solve it."
Wang Quan nodded vigorously at her words. "Exactly."
"Everyone, why don't we read them together?"
Everyone hesitated, resisting.
Qing He spoke softly. "Everyone, we have to give it a try."
"You're all Brother Fu Gui's childhood sweethearts. Now is the time for you to support him."
At those words, the many childhood sweethearts reluctantly stood beside Wang Quan to read with him.
The other senior Daoists exchanged glances, then crowded over to read as well.
Wang Quan knew plenty of characters and carefully leafed through the diaries.
The first one he read was the first temple master's diary:
[I'm so happy. A farmer's son like me dug up the Great Tomb and obtained a secret manual. This manual is called [blank here].]
[A secret manual fell from the heavens. My future is bright. I founded Clear Wind Temple, and my good name will endure for a hundred generations, written into history.]
[I taught the Daoist novices the cultivation methods in [blank here].]
[Most of the novices couldn't learn the techniques. Only the novice I thought most highly of learned them, but he disappeared after learning them.]
[A new novice came to the temple. His name is Wang Ming. He's gifted, intelligent, diligent, and eager to learn. I admire him.]
[A novice who couldn't learn the Flight Technique begged me for help. I didn't know what