Xu Zimo glanced at Cai Yue, then ultimately walked inside.
The group made quite a grand procession, but because this Daoist temple was truly so remote, they did not encounter a single person along the way.
"Our Daoist temple has eleven people in total, including Master," the young boy explained.
"I have nine Senior Brothers. Ever since I could remember, I have lived here and never gone down the mountain."
Xu Zimo nodded. Along the way, he had noticed that many crops and all kinds of vegetables were planted within the Daoist temple.
It truly looked just like the world of mortals.
The young boy led them to a very old courtyard, which had been sealed shut.
There were many cobwebs at the entrance, clearly showing that no one had come here for a long time.
A crooked plaque hung above it, its blurred lettering spelling out the three small words: "Distant Pavilion."
"When friends come from afar, is that not a joy?" Xu Zimo murmured.
"I heard Senior Brother say that this place used to be specifically for receiving fellow Daoists, but ever since I can remember, it has been closed off."
The young boy said, "Oh, right. You may call me Mister Xuan Yu. This is the Daoist name Master gave me."
"It's more natural to call you Little Mister. You want us to clean this place for you, don't you?" Cai Yue asked with a smile.
"No, it's clean inside. I clean it regularly," Xuan Yu said hastily.
"It's just that I was afraid Master would notice if I cleaned outside, so I didn't dare. I'll have to trouble you for now."
"Enough, enough," Xu Zimo said, waving a hand. "One more question: what is your Master's Daoist name?"
"Master's Daoist name is Qian Kun. You may