“Are you a disciple of the Boundless Daoist Temple?”
Jiang Tingxia, as she followed her masters up the mountain steps, turned to look at Wan Yunting, who wasn't wearing a Daoist robe, and asked out of curiosity.
“Mm-hmm.”
Wan Yunting looked back at them and smiled, “But we can only be considered outer disciples, and we only recently returned to the sect.”
“Oh, so that’s how it is.”
Jiang Tingxia nodded in understanding, then asked curiously again, “You look a little familiar, did you ever post on Douyin?”
Wan Yunting glanced at her and Zhou Ruoxi, then nodded and smiled, “I posted a few, but I haven’t been on much lately.”
“What’s your username?”
Jiang Tingxia immediately took out her phone and opened Douyin. Wan Yunting chuckled, “Just search for Wan Yunting and try.”
As Jiang Tingxia searched for Wan Yunting’s name, his Douyin personal account immediately popped up. She clicked on it and was so shocked her jaw almost dropped. “Wow, fifteen million followers, over a hundred million likes, and you’ve only posted a few videos. You’re too amazing.”
Zhou Ruoxi also stretched her fair, flawless swan-like neck over to glance at Jiang Tingxia’s phone. Although she didn’t browse Douyin often and didn’t pay attention to outside news, seeing that Wan Yunting had fifteen million followers still surprised her immensely.
After all, her junior sister Jiang Tingxia, despite posting on Douyin in the sect, only had a little over a million followers, and she had uploaded hundreds of short video works. But for Wan Yunting to have so many followers with just a few videos, anyone would be shocked.
“Good heavens, so it was you who rescued people in Lingyun County back then.”
Jiang Tingxia looked at Wan Yunting’s latest video, which was the one he filmed during the disaster relief in the disaster area. He had also warned and criticized the influencers who were putting on a show in the disaster area. This immediately made her recall, and she looked up at Wan Yunting in disbelief, saying, “I saw the news saying you were trapped in a cave for many days. Everyone thought you were dead, but you still managed to escape…”
Wan Yunting hadn’t expected that this female disciple from the Emei Sect would follow the news about him in the disaster area. He nodded and smiled, “Yes, if heaven hadn’t protected me, I would have died trapped in there.”
“Heh heh, that means you have great fortune.”
Jiang Tingxia giggled playfully, then introduced herself, “Oh, my name is Jiang Tingxia, I’m from the Emei Sect. This is my senior sister, Zhou Ruoxi.”
Seeing that she had also introduced Zhou Ruoxi, Wan Yunting nodded and smiled, “Greetings, two senior sisters.”
“Heh heh.”
Jiang Tingxia laughed again and said, “Maybe you’re older than us.”
Wan Yunting smiled, “I joined the sect quite late, so I call everyone senior brother or senior sister.”
Jiang Tingxia curiously asked, “When did you join the Boundless Daoist Temple? Is there a reason?”
“Ahem!”
Suddenly, Fairy Yunbai in front coughed twice, and Jiang Tingxia immediately covered her small mouth, looking at Wan Yunting with embarrassment, clearly sensing that Fairy Yunbai felt she was talking too much.
Wan Yunting smiled and stopped talking, carrying his luggage and walking up the mountain shoulder-to-shoulder with Jiang Tingxia and Zhou Ruoxi…
Ahead, Sima Boyong and Wuweizi were walking side-by-side with Master Huikong of the Shaolin Sect and the sect leader Liu Bing of the Qingcheng Sect. They were all admiring the scenery of Mount Wuliang along the way. Many disciples took out their phones to take pictures of the scenery as they walked, looking like they were on a tour.
Jiang Tingxia deliberately walked a few steps slower and quietly asked Wan Yunting for his WeChat ID to add each other. They chatted softly along the way, making Zhou Ruoxi, who was beside her, feel a bit helpless, knowing her junior sister was naturally lively and a talkative gossip.
Wan Yunting occasionally glanced at Zhou Ruoxi. Seeing that she didn’t speak, he felt no need to initiate conversation and just chatted quietly with the friendly Jiang Tingxia.
Soon, they arrived at the Boundless Daoist Temple sect. Sima Boyong and Wuweizi led them into the temple and said, “Everyone, we will first take you to your accommodations and then give you a brief tour of our Boundless Daoist Temple.”
“Okay…”
The sect leaders and masters nodded, leading their disciples past the front and middle courtyards, through a long corridor, and then arrived at the small courtyards in the west wing of the Boundless Daoist Temple. Master Huikong of Shaolin Sect was housed there first, followed by the Qingcheng Sect, the Emei Sect…
At the same time, there were newly built villas and houses. These were added by Sima Boyong when he returned to the sect and renovated the temple, specifically to host people from various sects if the opportunity arose.
“Just put it here, thank you.”
Jiang Tingxia asked Wan Yunting to place her luggage on the floor in the room and thanked him with a smile.
“You’re welcome. You guys can unpack first, we need to go back,” Wan Yunting said to them with a smile, preparing to return with Kang Nuolan.
“Aren’t you coming to tour your Boundless Daoist Temple with us?” Jiang Tingxia asked.
“No need.”
Wan Yunting waved goodbye with a smile and turned to leave. Several young disciples from the Daoist Temple nearby looked at Wan Yunting and Kang Nuolan with hostile eyes as they left and whispered a few words.
This scene made Jiang Tingxia curious, unsure of what was happening.
Zhou Ruoxi lightly patted the back of her head with her jade hand, “Stop prying, hurry and tidy up the beds.”
“Oh.”
Jiang Tingxia scratched the back of her head, looking very cute, and went with Zhou Ruoxi to tidy up the beds for their junior uncle…
Wan Yunting and Kang Nuolan were heading back to their residential courtyard. Li Zihang followed and said, “Junior Brother Wan, tomorrow is the Ancestral Worship Ceremony, and there will be sparring matches with masters from various sects. Do you want to participate?”
Wan Yunting had his hands behind his back, turned his head, and glanced at him sideways, smiling, “Do you think I have a chance to participate?”
Li Zihang’s expression froze, then he shook his head and chuckled, “No chance.”
“Then why did you ask?”
Wan Yunting gave him a sideways glance and said, “Hurry and get us something to eat from the refectory. Eating steamed buns for breakfast and lunch isn’t filling. Get us some meat dishes.”
The Boundless Daoist Temple was not like the Shaolin Temple, which ate vegetarian. Disciples were allowed to eat meat, and even marry and have children, or become Daoist companions.
“I’ll try, I’m leaving.”
Li Zihang waved and changed direction, leaving.
Wan Yunting and Kang Nuolan slowly returned to their small courtyard but didn’t see Chang Wude in his room. He had probably gone out to watch the excitement. So, Wan Yunting and Kang Nuolan sat on the threshold of the room, watching the sky gradually darken, as if it was about to snow again.
The bored pair could only discuss cultivation topics. It seemed that besides this topic, Kang Nuolan didn’t know what else to talk about with Wan Yunting. She was just like that, neither warm nor cold, maintaining a cool demeanor towards everyone. This was Kang Nuolan’s style.
Soon, they saw Chang Wude return, his old face looking grim. Wan Yunting guessed where he had been, “Didn’t see him again?”
“Alas, I was driven away by that little girl.”
Chang Wude came up and shook his clothes. He had gone to the Abbot’s residence to see his senior brother, but he was stopped at the gate by his daughter, Duan Yingying, who spoke harshly to him. He could only return in defeat.
Yang Jingyi was also not present. She was currently in the main hall of the Daoist Temple with Sima Boyong, entertaining Master Huikong and Sect Leader Liu Bing. The sect leader Shi Yizhen of the Huashan Sect asked in confusion, “Why don’t we see Abbot Duan?”
The sect leaders, masters, and elders from the various sects present also looked puzzled. They had been in the temple for a while since entering the mountain, but they still hadn’t seen the Abbot Duan Wuyu.
“Everyone, my husband has been unwell recently and cannot receive guests. He asked me to apologize to everyone and hopes for your understanding.” Yang Jingyi stood up and bowed slightly to everyone present to apologize.
“Madam, you are too kind…”
Lu Chenzi of the Kunlun Sect waved his hand and said, “Since Abbot Duan is unwell, we completely understand. But may I ask, why is Abbot Duan unwell?”
“Yes, is he sick?” others asked with concern.
Sima Boyong said, “My senior brother had a mistake in his cultivation a few years ago, which left him with a hidden ailment.”
“Was it that time ten years ago when he almost went mad from cultivation?”
Lu Chenzi of the Kunlun Sect looked at Yang Jingyi. At that time, Duan Wuyu had almost gone mad from cultivation, and she had personally gone to the Kunlun Sect to ask for medicine for treatment.
“Mm.”
Yang Jingyi nodded. Lu Chenzi sighed, “Hidden ailments from cultivation are very serious. Abbot Duan must rest well. We shouldn’t disturb him now.”
“That’s right…”
Master Huikong and Fairy Yunbai also nodded. Originally, everyone wanted to visit Duan Wuyu in person, but now that they heard he was so seriously ill, they felt it was unnecessary to visit and disturb him.
“Madam, please don’t worry. Uncle-Master Boyong is a renowned doctor in the capital. I believe he can definitely cure Abbot Duan’s illness,” said Hou Feiying of the Eagle Claw Sect, flattering Sima Boyong.
“Yes…”
The sect leaders of Mount Tai Sect and Great Saber Sect also nodded in agreement.
“Everyone, please rest assured. I am confident that I can cure my senior brother, and I also ask Senior Sister-in-law to rest assured,” Sima Boyong said, also smiling at Yang Jingyi.
Yang Jingyi nodded slightly, but her expression was very indifferent, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.
“Senior Sister, if you need anything, the Emei Sect will help you!”
Fairy Yunbai said with a very serious expression.
Yang Jingyi forced a slight smile and nodded at Fairy Yunbai. She didn’t really want to trouble her maternal family, the Emei Sect.
Then she said to everyone present, “Esteemed Sect Leaders, Masters, Master Huikong, Fairy Yunbai, it is getting late. Please kindly move to the refectory. We have prepared food and fine wine to welcome everyone, who has traveled from afar to visit our Boundless Daoist Temple.”
“Madam, you are too kind. Then let us go and eat…”
So everyone stood up and walked out. Yang Jingyi said to Sima Boyong, “Junior Brother Boyong, I’ll have to trouble you and Junior Brother Wuwei to take good care of the sect leaders. I still need to go back and decoct medicine.”
“Okay, Senior Sister-in-law. Hurry back. I and Junior Brother Wuwei will entertain them well,” Sima Boyong nodded and smiled.
Yang Jingyi nodded expressionlessly and left through the side door of the main hall.
Sima Boyong squinted his small eyes, watching Yang Jingyi’s departing figure, a sharp glint flashing in them!