Crack! Crack!
The founding temple master approached with a skeleton's gait, his bones clinking three times with every step.
"You must be Fu Gui, who saved us from fire and flood!"
Wang Quan coughed. "Just call me Wang Quan!"
The founding temple master shook his head so quickly that he accidentally shook it right off.
The handsome man beside him hurriedly picked it up, fitted it back on, and held it in place for him.
The founding temple master sighed. "Young man, of course I know your other name."
"But while you're still in this world, it's best to keep using your name from this world."
"When more living beings acknowledge your name in this world, and more living beings pass it on, you'll surely gain something wondrous when you return to your own world."
Wang Quan looked thoughtful. "Fu Gui understands!"
The founding temple master was delighted. "Good!"
"By the way, what did you need me for, benefactor?"
Wang Quan concealed nothing and told him directly about the [General Compendium of Unorthodox Paths].
After hearing him out, the founding temple master casually tossed aside the two handsome men, kicked the new temple master out, and dragged Wang Quan into an obscure corner. After looking all around, he lowered his voice. "How could you speak of such things in public?"
Something stirred in Wang Quan's mind. "Temple master, you know about this?"
The founding temple master looked immensely pleased with himself. "Of course I do."
"After all, I dug it up!"
Wang Quan's eyes lit up. "Then, temple master, where is the Great Tomb's waymark? I'd like to go pay my respects to the departed."
The founding temple master fell silent.
Wang Quan raised an eyebrow. "What? You're already dead. Why keep hiding things?"
"Don't tell me you've fallen for