As that little red bird flew against the wind in the Thousand-Li Wind Corridor, an old man with sparse hair and a drink-reddened nose went to Fruitful Accomplishment Temple-or rather, returned to it.
Zen Child was on the Snowfield, and the old abbot had passed away. What could truly suppress powerful Evil Sect cultivators at Fruitful Accomplishment Temple now was the Mountain Gate Formation.
Yet for some reason, just as it had over a hundred years ago, this Grand Formation had no effect whatsoever on that scruffy old man.
This ugly, unforgettable old man was, naturally, the Profound Yin Ancestor.
With practiced ease, the Old Ancestor entered Fruitful Accomplishment Temple through the back gate, found the kitchen where he had once cooked for several years, opened a concealed chest, and took out a still-warm braised pig's trotter. He took a blissful bite and mumbled, "After all these years, you still only know how to hide things in these places."
The next moment, his expression changed sharply, and sorrow welled up in his eyes. He slowly spat out a broken tooth. Losing all desire to eat, he put the braised trotter back and said to the old monk watching him with a smile, "No laughing."
The old monk said with a smile, "The abbot often used to say that we should face the affairs of the mortal world with a smile. It became a habit."
"Things like this have happened plenty of times, but I'm still not used to them."
The Profound Yin Ancestor touched his few dozen hairs with his greasy hand and looked at the old monk. "Even you, the Sutra Lecture Hall Chief Seat, are one of his people?"
This old monk was the Sutra Lecture Hall Chief Seat of Fruitful Accomplishment Temple. With Zen Child absent, he