Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

Chapter 91: Chapter 87 It’s actually all true, it’s all true! (Please subscribe)_3

Several tycoons had already privately promised to provide certain manpower and material support in the upcoming charity events.

At the same time, many distinguished individuals would also use this Magic Meeting as a platform to get to know each other, embarking on deeper cooperation in numerous projects.

In a sense, under the auspicious convergence of time, place, and human harmony, the Great Compassion Temple was thriving.

Due to the overwhelming number of followers who had reserved to attend,

the surrounding hotels and inns joyously hurried to raise their prices… no, to restore them to the original price!

In the latest announcement from the Great Compassion Temple, a temporary closure of the temple was declared, and it was announced that no unreserved visitors would be accommodated during the Magic Meeting.

Fortunately, the hoteliers were reassured by the bookings from those followers; they didn’t have any spare rooms left to reserve anyway.

Inside the Great Compassion Temple.

The slightly plump lead monk, flush-faced and stout, looking every bit the seasoned monk, was in a meeting with the managing monks and the head of the planning company.

Although he was over seventy, his voice was loud and full of vigor, with skin and a voice that would make one think he was only in his fifties and not older than sixty.

“We must impose a bit on those coming to help, clean up the rooms on the back mountain and lodge them there, as we have quite a few devotees coming this time, along with peers who wish to attend and learn; the guest rooms must be prioritized for them.”

“However, don’t skimp on their treatment; everyone is working hard this time, remember to give a little extra.”

“Give it directly into everyone’s hands.”

“Also, you’ll have to pay extra attention to the vegetarian meals three times a day, Brother Yuan Kong.”

“The master chef from last time was quite good, let’s continue with him this time, for a bit of security.”

The chairperson of the Great Compassion Temple had a very clear train of thought, speaking incessantly; calling it a meeting might rather be considered a monologue by him.

Yet his meticulous planning earned everyone’s respect.

This was a major reason why he had succeeded in elevating the Great Compassion Temple to its current height.

Had he not become a monk, specifically the lead monk,

with his analytical and management skills, he would have shone in any industry.

After the meeting, deep in thought, he felt momentarily that nothing was amiss.

The chairperson waved his hand and announced the meeting adjourned.

Instantly, the other people respectfully got up, bowed, and left the room to start handling affairs according to his instructions.

The chairperson of the Great Compassion Temple was known as Master Yuanci.

Just as he saw that no one was around, stood up to stretch, and was preparing to read some Buddhist Scriptures before sleeping,

“Master! The chairperson of the Great Compassion Temple! May I come in?”

A pitiable voice suddenly reached Master Yuanci’s ears.

It made Master Yuanci’s 170 cm tall body stiffen instantly.

Initially, Master Yuanci suspected that his recent practice in meditation was flawed, causing auditory hallucinations.

He began to consider whether it was time to consult an old friend.

Suddenly, the voice emitted again, clear and distinct!

After a slight startle, he realized a hallucination could not be that vivid!

This time Master Yuanci quickly turned towards the direction of the renewed sound.

It was just a wall adorned with murals.

There were no hidden compartments or anything of the sort, and beyond it was open sky.

Could it be some high-tech prank?

Aside from his cultivation, Master Yuanci hadn’t neglected to keep up with internet developments; he knew some online personalities would do anything for traffic.

Suppressing his anger, prepared to press the emergency button he held in his hand, he spoke:

“If you want to come in, come in.”

At that moment!

On that mural-covered wall, Master Yuanci saw a pale ghost suddenly materialize and directly penetrate the wall, appearing right in front of him!

Appearing only from the waist up, the ghost paused upon seeing Master Yuanci, his face showing traces of hesitation and fear.

As a new generation ghost produced by the Bone Burying Ground during this period,

this mission-performing ghost was one of the friendliest-looking of them all.

Although he still had a deathly appearance, at least by looking at his upper body alone, one could discern what expression he was making.

“You… are you the master of the Great Compassion Temple?”

The ghost looked puzzled, and his tone was somewhat hesitant.

Master Yuanci watched the wall-penetrating ghost with his mouth slightly agape.

In that instant, Master Yuanci felt his body stiffen as if he were a stone.

A chill arose, traveling up his spine to the crown of his head.

After becoming the master of the Great Compassion Temple, it was the first time he had lost his composure like this!

Fortunately, after years of cultivation and reading many related books, he was a professional in the mysterious industry.

Moreover, the ghost was only staring at him puzzledly without any other actions.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Master Yuanci felt revived.

He also recalled the other’s question, gritted his teeth, bowed, and nodded, saying:

“Amitabha.”

“Poor monk Yuanci, indeed, I am the master of this place.”

“The master of the Great Compassion Temple?”

Hearing the answer, the ghost asked again with a puzzled expression.

Hearing this tone, Master Yuanci’s face slightly changed, and he couldn’t help but think of some unpleasant associations.

Still, he nodded and once again affirmed:

“The poor monk has been serving as the master of the Great Compassion Temple for more than twenty years now!”

The ghost seemed to understand clearly, and his expression shifted from puzzled to surprised:

“Impossible, how can you be the master of the Great Compassion Temple!”

“A prestigious master, yet completely lacking in cultivation, this is impossible!”

“How can you, a master of the Great Compassion Temple, be a mere mortal!”

“Huh?”

Master Yuanci clearly heard the ghost’s exclamations and was utterly bewildered.

What was this situation, couldn’t a mortal be a master?

Which temple or Taoist temple had such a rule?

But he had already been doing well for over twenty years, and under his leadership, the reputation of the Great Compassion Temple had flourished!

The ghost looked at Master Yuanci resentfully, seemingly coming to terms with the reality and said:

“If you truly are the master here, you would qualify to board the Immortal Boat and enter the Floating Illusion Temple upon command.”

“But if you don’t even have a token… from today, Great Compassion Temple is considered to have fallen!”

The ghost shook his head slightly and prepared to leave.

Seemingly unwilling to deal with a mortal.

“Please wait!”

Master Yuanci, filled with confusion, saw the ghost about to leave and fearlessly rushed over.

But the ghost merely chuckled lightly, his lips slightly parted, blowing out a cold breeze.

Suddenly!

Master Yuanci felt a gust of wind blow his way, forcefully pushing him back several steps.

Crash! Bang!

The vases and bookshelves behind him were also toppled by the strong wind, creating a series of noises.

After blowing the cold air, the ghost completely vanished into the murals on the wall.

Leaving Master Yuanci to stand alone in the room, he looked at the mural, then turned back to see the vases and books that had fallen to the ground.

He suddenly burst out laughing.

The bizarre encounter… had all been real, truly real!