Chapter 878 – The Thatched Cottages Huai Ren (1/2)

Chapter 878 – The Thatched Cottage's Huai Ren

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

While conversing, the group reached the cliff.

A few pine trees grew on this cliff, and there were also slender waterfalls sending droplets of water splashing everywhere.

In front of the cliff was a large plateau. It was very flat and stretched so far into the distance that its edges could not be seen, making it seem more like a plain than a plateau.

This plateau was covered in trees, and one could see more flowering trees the deeper one went. Behind these flowering trees were countless buildings. The sight of black eaves and white walls peeking through the trees was quite beautiful.

Seeing the legendary South Stream Temple, Hu Thirty-Two found it quite different from the Li Palace and was full of praise. Tang Thirty-Six, however, thought of Wenshui City's ancestral hall and Chicken Crow Mountain outside, falling into a contemplative mood.

They passed through the green and flowering trees, traversing a twisting and turning path of damp stones, and arrived at South Stream Temple.

The group passed through the ceremonial hall, made their way through several small gardens, past several library pavilions, and came to the deepest part of the complex, where they saw a thatched cottage.

Many monoliths were standing around this thatched cottage. A few patches of moss could be seen on these monoliths, but they were incapable of concealing the lines deeply carved on those surfaces.

Both Tang Thirty-Six and Hu Thirty-Two had entered the Mausoleum of Books to view the monoliths and comprehend the Dao. At a glance, they were able to recognize that these monoliths were copies of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths.

These were not simple and crude models. The monoliths exuded a timeworn aura, seemingly one with the thatched cottage, creating its own little world. It was a scene that inspired awe and respect.

Despite Tang Thirty-Six's frivolous personality, coming to a place like this made him much quieter, and somewhat concerned that something might happen to the concealed Zhexiu.

Three prayer mats were laid out in the thatched cottage. Light streamed down from the colored glass installed in the roof. These rays of light were in no way dim, allowing one to clearly see what was inside.

The black-clothed Daoist nun they had met near the mountain gate was sitting on the prayer mat placed on the left-hand side. Her expression was still cold, and when she saw Tang Thirty-Six enter the cottage, a hint of viciousness appeared in her eyes.

A Daoist nun dressed in purple sat on the right-hand prayer mat. She had straight, thick eyebrows and most unyielding eyes. One glance was enough to see that she had a violent and fiery personality.

The Daoist nun seated on the center prayer mat wore a white temple uniform. Her expression was warm and gentle, her eyes as clear as the limpid autumn waters. She exuded an amiable and cordial aura.

But when Tang Thirty-Six saw this white-clothed nun, he felt wary, immediately guessing that this was the owner of the voice from earlier.

It was not because her clothes were white, the color most revered by Holy Maiden Peak, but because of the person.

At his side, Ye Xiaolian softly said a few words, bowed to the three Daoist nuns, then retreated to the back.

Tang Thirty-Six came to know that the purple-clothed Daoist nun was Huai Shu and the white-clothed Daoist nun was Huai Ren.

Huai Ren warmly said, ”Young Master Tang and Archbishop Hu, please sit.”

Tang Thirty-Six and Hu Thirty-Two obediently sat on the prayer mats intended for guests.

Huai Ren looked at Tang Thirty-Six and asked, ”Is the Tang Old Master doing well?”

Tang Thirty-Six answered, ”He's fine and hasn't died. But since I'm alive, he's naturally not very happy.”

All the continent knew what had happened in Wenshui City, but nobody thought that he would reveal it, and that he would speak so disrespectfully of the Tang Old Master.

Huai Bi sneered at these words while Huai Shu raised her brows, clearly displeased at his words.

”Young Master Tang has spoken well. As long as one is alive, nothing can be better,” Huai Ren faintly smiled and said to Tang Thirty-Six.

Tang Thirty-Six understood the meaning of this elder of South Stream Temple.

As long as the Tang Old Master was still alive, the Tang clan was the Tang Old Master's Tang clan. His earlier threat to South Stream Temple at the mountain gate would naturally not be realized.

”Right, living is truly the best, but someone like my second uncle would definitely not think so, because he is dead.”