After packing my luggage, I followed Xiang Yifeng on a tour of the entire Qingyun Temple and its surroundings.
This Daoist temple was different from ordinary ones. Perhaps because it had taken in so many orphans and become so crowded, it had to cut back on certain buildings, such as the Three Palaces Hall, the Medicine King Hall, and so on.
Apart from the Hall of the Three Pure Ones, the largest buildings were actually the Daoists' living quarters, such as the residential area and the Vegetarian Hall.
Xiang Yifeng told me it was best not to go out casually during my training. After all, cultivation required focus, unless my master or the elders had arranged an outing.
Other than that, the temple did not have many rules.
Finally, after we had dinner in the Vegetarian Hall and he took me back to my dormitory, Xiang Yifeng gave me one more specific warning.
He said that if I could not sleep at night, I could read in the study, but it was best not to wander outside.
If I saw or heard anything, I should not ask too many questions, either.
That warning carried some meaning.
Usually, people only warned you not to wander around at night in places where something strange was going on or that were haunted. But this was a Daoist temple, a place of practice for Daoist immortals, so there certainly would not be ghosts or monsters causing trouble.
As for why he had given me that warning, presumably the temple had some secret that I, as a newcomer, had no right to know.
Naturally, I knew how to behave. I simply nodded in agreement without asking any more questions.
That night, I officially settled into Qingyang Temple. Although I was worn out from the journey