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"It feels strange. It's like I've entered a painting and seen a Taoist temple, only to be scared by a monster."
"I feel the same way."
"It seems everyone feels that way. This painting is truly magical. Grandpa said that the Taoist who is looking for disciples might live in that temple, right?"
"How could that be? The temple is in the painting; how could the Taoist live inside it?"
"By the way, Grandpa and the others have left. I wonder if the painting was taken away? Let's go check."
"Hey, the painting is still here; it hasn't been taken."
These people chattered non-stop, and upon seeing that the painting remained in the tea room, they all squeezed inside, standing before the mountain temple illustration, curiously examining it once more.
It was forgotten to put away this painting until they boarded the plane, but it didn't matter. However, sometimes things can deviate from expectations.
In the painting, one could see the outside world. Since he had already "interviewed" Zeng Wenwen and her group, Ling Mingzi naturally didn't want to waste his mental energy probing them again. Yet, as the saying goes, when one seeks tranquility, the wind does not cease.
With Zeng Xianyi absent and only Zeng Wenwen and her peers remaining, they naturally spoke freely about the painting and began discussing Taoism and Ling Mingzi. Although their words were not malicious, they expressed disdain for being Taoists.
"Grandpa is really something; he insists we become Taoists. Luckily for us, the Taoist didn't take a liking to us; otherwise, it would have been terrible. If I had to become a Taoist, that would be so embarrassing! My friends would laugh at me forever," Zeng Wenwen said with relief.
Hearing this made Ling Mingzi uneasy. These kids actually considered being a Taoist as something shameful—how far society has fallen! If he weren't just a remnant soul now, he would have come out to teach Zeng Wenwen and her friends a lesson.
"Wenwen, I don't think Grandpa will give up so easily; we need to be careful," someone reminded her.
"It's fine; I believe the Taoist wouldn't choose me because I'm a girl," Zeng Wenwen replied confidently with a smile.
"Just because you're a girl?" everyone questioned skeptically.
"You guys are so naive! That Taoist must be very old—probably from Grandpa's generation. People from their time valued sons over daughters. Have you ever seen a female Taoist in our Huaxia temples? The Taoist will definitely choose a male disciple for his lineage; he wouldn't pick a girl. You boys should be more cautious," Zeng Wenwen explained.
"That makes sense," everyone nodded in agreement.
Even Ling Mingzi in the painting couldn't help but slightly nod in acknowledgment.
"This little girl is quite clever. I certainly wouldn't choose a woman to inherit the legacy of Wuliang Temple, but there are always exceptions. Until I find someone truly worthy to carry on my teachings, I suppose I can take on a disciple as an experiment. Yes, it will be you. When Mr. Jiang returns, I will discuss it with him, Zeng Wenwen... The name is acceptable. I hope you can cultivate quietly and peacefully in the future." Ling Mingzi murmured to himself in the painting, revealing a hint of self-deprecating amusement.
Such a coincidence, fate has its own plans. Zeng Wenwen did not wish to become a female Taoist of Huaxia, yet destiny seemed determined to favor her.
In the East China Sea, vast and boundless, the plane approached its destination in the late afternoon, around five o'clock. As the sun set in the west, the sky was ablaze with colors, and from the airplane, the sunset view was mesmerizing.
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