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She felt both awe and curiosity towards Jiang Chen, but none at all for Chun Xin. If Jiang Chen appeared to be in his fifties, Liu Liangmei might have indeed considered Chun Xin, but since Jiang Chen looked like a young man in his twenties, how could Liu Liangmei shamelessly pursue a younger man?
"Senior Sister, among 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 whether he could withstand the test of the Charm Technique.
"Senior Sister, if you were to use Daji's Enchantment Technique on Mr. Jiang, it might not work, but I'm 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 won't be disinterested in women," Lou Yijing said confidently.
Liu Liangmei fell silent; she truly feared 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 against 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 troubled expression.
"Hmph." Liu Liangmei snorted coldly and turned her gaze elsewhere, unwilling to say more.
Seeing her senior sister at a loss for words only made Lou Yijing more delighted. She lowered her head to look at the lake and deliberately said, "Senior Sister, do I really look 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 stony 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 almost turned into tourist attractions, Qingliang Temple on the outskirts of Bao Bei City managed to maintain its Buddhist purity, which was truly rare.
Although Qingliang Temple was not open to the public and wasn't a tourist spot, its fame attracted many visitors and devotees 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. Jiang Chen climbed the steps into a modest main hall where a large Buddha statue sat solemnly in the center. The statue's golden body had dulled over time but still exuded an aura of reverence. Beside it were statues of Bodhisattva Luohan and other golden figures.
Most people only stopped at the main hall; few ventured into the temple's backyard. Upon entering, Jiang Chen noticed several monks dressed simply with gaunt faces; most of them wore patched robes and appeared to live under difficult conditions.
This was likely what set Qingliang Temple apart—Buddhism is born in the mundane world yet remains untainted by it. While they could accept alms, they must not lose themselves due to wealth; once they renounce worldly life, they must adhere strictly to their principles.
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