Led by Master Chang Geng, they arrived before a Buddhist pagoda several zhang tall, with a single story and many eaves. An incense table had long been set before it, bearing an incense burner and several candles. Following Master Chang Geng, Zhang Xiaohua performed the rites and lit the incense candles, offering worship to Master Yuantian on Abbess Jingyi's behalf.
"Young Benefactor, if you have any wishes, you may pray here as well. Perhaps Master Yuantian can hear your wishes in the Western Pure Land!"
"Oh?" Zhang Xiaohua raised his brows. He glanced at Meng beside him, then clasped his hands together and prayed silently for a moment before rising.
After paying respects to Master Yuantian, Zhang Xiaohua looked up at the enormous Guiyuan Pagoda in the distance, wanting to take a look. Yet Master Chang Geng seemed utterly oblivious to his gestures and said with a smile, "Young Benefactor, the cult's official business has been concluded. If you have the leisure, you may remain at our temple for a few days and listen to the Buddhist teachings as well..."
"No, Master. Though the official business is over, I still have some trifling matters to attend to. Many thanks for the convenience you have provided. This boy will never forget it."
"This disciple also thanks Master for your grace," Meng said from the side.
"No matter, no matter." Master Chang Geng waved a hand, then said to Meng, "The rules passed down in this temple since ancient times have indeed been somewhat discourteous to Benefactor Zixia. You did not even step through the temple gates and could only linger outside. I hope you will not blame us for it!"
"How would I dare?" Meng hurriedly replied.
"This humble monk still has some matters to attend to at the Guiyuan Pagoda,