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She felt both awe and curiosity towards Jiang Chen, but none at all towards Chun Xin. If Jiang Chen appeared to be fifty years old, Liu Liangmei might indeed consider Chun Xin, but since Jiang Chen looked like a young man in his twenties, how could Liu Liangmei shamelessly pursue a young man?
"Senior Sister, among all the men in this world, the only one worthy of my seduction is Mr. Jiang. Master entrusted us with the Charming Emperor's Mei Shu; aren't you curious about what this Mei Shu actually does?" Lou Yijing said with a smile.
"Heh, an emperor who is lecherous and foolish could never compare to Mr. Jiang. Even Daji's Enchantment Technique would have no effect on him," Liu Liangmei replied solemnly, though her tone hinted at some uncertainty.
After all, she didn't know Jiang Chen well and was unsure if he could withstand the test of the Charm Technique.
"Senior Sister, if you were to use Daji's Enchantment Technique, it might not work on Mr. Jiang, but I am different. Mr. Jiang is a man, and a young one at that. No matter how exceptional his martial arts are, he is still human; as long as he is a man, he cannot be uninterested in women," Lou Yijing said confidently.
Liu Liangmei fell silent; she was genuinely afraid that Jiang Chen might be swayed by her junior sister. After all, throughout history, heroes have often fallen for beautiful women. Lou Yijing's Charm Technique was quite powerful— even a High Monk might struggle to resist it, let alone Mr. Jiang, a young man brimming with Blood Qi.
"Senior Sister, Mr. Jiang is mine; just wait and see," Lou Yijing said smugly upon noticing Liu Liangmei's melancholic expression.
"Hmph." Liu Liangmei snorted coldly and turned her gaze elsewhere, unwilling to say more.
Seeing her senior sister at a disadvantage only made Lou Yijing happier. She looked down at the lake water, admiring her own reflection, and deliberately remarked, "Senior Sister, do I really look like I'm fifty?"
"Why do I feel like I'm only eighteen?"
"Can you have some dignity?" Liu Liangmei couldn't hold back any longer.
As the two Sister Disciples bickered on the small boat, Jiang Chen had already walked along a mountain stone path toward Qingliang Temple.
After walking for several miles, he finally arrived at the entrance of Qingliang Temple. The azure tiles and yellow walls had weathered over time and appeared somewhat faded and worn. Unlike some temples that had become tourist attractions, Qingliang Temple managed to maintain its Buddhist Sect purity in the outskirts of Bao Bei City—quite rare indeed.
Although Qingliang Temple was not open to the public nor a tourist spot, its fame still attracted many visitors and believers who came to pay their respects.
When Jiang Chen arrived, he saw some tourists taking photos outside while others entered the main hall to light incense and pray for blessings.
Aside from the tourists, those who truly came here seemed to possess devout hearts. As Jiang Chen ascended the steps into a modest main hall, he found a large Buddha statue seated solemnly in the center. The statue's golden body had dulled over time but still exuded an air of majesty. Beside it were statues of Bodhisattva Luohan and other golden figures.
Most people merely stopped at the main hall; few ventured into the back courtyard of Qingliang Temple. Upon entering, Jiang Chen noticed several monks dressed simply with gaunt faces; many of their robes were patched up. The conditions in the temple seemed quite austere.
This was likely what set Qingliang Temple apart—Buddhist Sect practitioners are born into the mundane world yet remain untainted by it. They can accept alms but must not lose themselves due to wealth; once they choose to enter monastic life, they must adhere to their principles.
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