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The faint glow of the Buddha, though not comparable to that of Qingliang Temple, was still a rare sight in this desolate wilderness. It was remarkable for a small temple to radiate such a light.
The temple's doors stood wide open. While it was called a temple, the entrance resembled the wooden doors of an ordinary courtyard, only about two meters wide. The threshold was made from a long strip of rock, polished smooth by the passage of time.
At this early hour, no one had come by. Jiang Chen's unexpected visit surprised and shocked the Lamas residing there.
There were only about twenty Lamas in the temple, yet their ability to establish a place of worship at the foot of this sacred mountain was indeed a stroke of fate.
Jiang Chen's gaze fell upon an Old Lama seated on a worn-out meditation cushion. His sudden intrusion did not disturb the Old Lama, who continued to turn his prayer wheel and chant sacred mantras. The light of the Lama Temple emanated primarily from him.
Seeing the Old Lama reminded Jiang Chen of two years ago at Qingliang Temple in Taiwan, where he met the Smart Master. He recalled how the Smart Master had invited him to attend the International Buddhist Conference in Malaysia. Now, it seemed he had missed it and wondered when it would be held again; he wouldn't mind attending if given another chance.
A Lama approached Jiang Chen to inquire about his presence. Jiang Chen replied that he was merely looking around, and the Lamas did not pay much attention to him.
After about two hours, Qian Wenwu and his companions arrived hurriedly by car, curious about the Medicinal Tea from yesterday.
"What are you doing here?" Qian Wenwu frowned as he spotted Jiang Chen standing at the temple entrance.
"Waiting for you," Jiang Chen said, glancing at Xiong Sumei with a slight smile as he handed her a down jacket.
"Here’s your jacket back; I actually don’t need it."
Xiong Sumei looked at the down jacket in Jiang Chen's hands but did not take it. She found it strange that she hadn't seen him bring her jacket yesterday and wondered where he had hidden it. Despite her curiosity, she chose not to dwell on it.
"I’m giving you the jacket; if you don’t need it, just throw it away. No need to return it," Xiong Sumei said lightly.
"Just take it," Jiang Chen insisted, tossing the jacket to her. "I haven’t worn it; it's still clean. Even if you have money, there's no need to waste it like this. If you don’t want it, give it to someone who needs it later."
Reluctantly, Xiong Sumei accepted the jacket, noting that it indeed looked new as Jiang Chen had said.
"You may not have worn it, but it's been in your hands for a whole day and night; it's bound to have your scent on it. Su Mei, just throw it away so you don’t get your hands dirty," Chen Shuifeng remarked sharply.
"Exactly! Who knows what that guy did with your jacket?"
"Some people can be quite strange."
"I don’t believe that guy didn’t wear your jacket."
Qian Wenwu and his friends couldn’t help but tease and mock her.
After hearing their comments, Xiong Sumei glanced at Jiang Chen but saw him smiling back at her with an easy demeanor, appearing completely untroubled.
"Stop joking around; I can’t just leave this jacket here. I’ll put it in my car for now and give it to someone in need later," Xiong Sumei said as she handed the jacket to one of her bodyguards, instructing him to place it in her vehicle.
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