By the time Chen Jue came down the mountain and left the Shaolin Temple scenic area, it was already well past midnight. He first found a guesthouse in a nearby town that was open twenty-four hours a day and stayed the night.
Chen Jue felt he slept especially soundly that night, perhaps because helping someone become a "Buddha" gave him a sense of having earned boundless merit.
It was already ten in the morning when he woke the next day. After washing up and eating breakfast, Chen Jue shouldered his backpack and continued his walking journey southwest.
Over two days, he covered more than four hundred kilometers, exploring the flat terrain, rivers, lakes, and marshes of the Central Plains. Compared with Wenzhou's hilly landscape, the land here was indeed much flatter. Along the way, he could see level wheat fields, unlike Wenzhou, where most farmland lay on mountainsides or terraces, with few even stretches of flat land extending as far as the eye could see.
It was already the fourth night when he reached the foot of Mount Wudang. He found a guesthouse hotel in the tourist town at the mountain's base and settled in.
Incidentally, perhaps to cultivate the scenic area's atmosphere, every guesthouse hotel he could see nearby bore the name "inn." Their decor was antique in style, evoking something of the wandering heroes who roamed the martial world and ventured to the ends of the earth in martial arts novels.
After sleeping at the inn for a night, Chen Jue contacted Daoist Liu Shiqing through WeChat when he got up the next morning.
Liu Shiqing was quite surprised to learn that Chen Jue had arrived. He sent him a location on WeChat and exchanged a few brief messages with him.
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