It had to be said that Hao Ran Court's guest rooms were of high standard. Not only was it a place to receive guests, but all the utensils inside were very exquisite. What's more, he actually found some Fasting Pills, Spirit Returning Pills and other common elixirs in the room.
Lonemoon glanced at the elixirs, then turned to Yi Qing. "Chef, what do you think of this Hao Ran Court?" Did that Chan Ji really want to help Fatty, or did he have other motives?
Yi Qing frowned and poured a cup of tea for Shen Ying, who was sprawled on the table. "Don't trust him completely."
"No." Fatty retorted subconsciously, without a hint of suspicion. "Isn't Hao Ran Court the fairest place? And Master Chan Ji blocked the immortal artifact for me just now. He doesn't look like a bad person. Master, I think … they don't … "
Fatty's voice became softer and softer under Lonemoon's gaze. Finally, he shrank into a ball, feeling wronged.
"Hmph, someone so stupid that he was sold by Divine Imperial Sect for decades. With your intellect and judgment, what right do you have to speak?"
"…" His heart hurt. He missed Brother Rabbit.
Lonemoon ignored him and turned to continue speaking to Chef. "I think this Chan Ji's timing is too coincidental." He didn't come earlier or later. He just had to come when Fatty was beating up Divine Imperial Sect. Although on the surface, he was indeed on Fatty's side, and Divine Imperial Sect also paid a price. But he still felt that something was strange about this.
"If he has other motives, what are they?" Yi Qing asked.
This was something that Lonemoon could not figure out. The only thing that people coveted about Fatty was his special physique. Buddhist cultivators cultivated merit, and could not kill. They could not be tainted by the smell of blood. They were indeed the only people who would not have evil intentions towards Fatty, especially when Fatty's identity was completely exposed.
No matter how he looked at it, Hao Ran Court's action seemed to be an act of justice. It was frank and without a trace of selfishness. But it was precisely because of this that he became even more suspicious.
Suddenly thinking of something, Lonemoon turned to look at a certain person sprawled on the table. "Shen Ying, why did you agree to let Fatty come here in the first place?" Speaking of which, she was the one who agreed to let Fatty come to Hao Ran Court. Although after the secret of Fatty's physique was exposed, it was indeed not suitable for them to stay in the Southern Land for long. After all, demons preferred Tripitaka's meat.
"Huh?" Shen Ying tilted her head and answered, "Because of that lightbulb …"
Before she could finish speaking, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside. "Fellow Daoists, have you rested well?"
The few of them exchanged glances and walked out. Only then did they see Chan Ji waiting outside the courtyard.
"Court Lord Chan Ji, you came so quickly." Lonemoon greeted him. "Have you settled the important matters in the sect?"
He seemed to have thought of something and frowned. "It's just some daily matters. It's just that I was in a hurry, so I went over to take a look. I hope everyone doesn't mind."
"What are you talking about, Hall Master? I'm already very grateful for your hospitality."
"You're too kind, Fellow Daoist!" Chan Ji smiled even more warmly. After another round of exchanging pleasantries with Lonemoon, Chan Ji suggested that he bring them around the sect to familiarize themselves with the place.
Lonemoon naturally would not reject this opportunity to openly explore Hao Ran Court. Hence, he followed Chan Ji out the door. Chan Ji did not seem to have any reservations either. He led the group from the guest rooms in the side hall. They first went to the main hall for a stroll, then brought them to the side halls on the left and right, as well as dozens of halls of various sizes.
Along the way, they met many disciples. Some had high cultivation levels, but there were indeed many high-level cultivators. Compared to Divine Imperial Sect, there were many more. What's more, they were all like Chan Ji, amiable and friendly. Lonemoon did not know if it was because they were Buddhist cultivators, but they did not have the arrogance that other cultivators had. What's more, they all had Buddha's aura around them.
The more Lonemoon looked at them, the more uncomfortable he felt. Yet, he could not put his finger on what was wrong. If he had to put his finger on it, he would say that the entire sect's atmosphere was overly harmonious. There was no sense of impatience at all.
"This is our sect's pill refinement room." Chan Ji pointed to a small hall in front of them.
"Oh? You guys refine pills too. "Lonemoon asked subconsciously.
Chan Ji smiled and said, "Hao Ran Court is far away from the mortal world. It is not as convenient to go out to sea as other immortal sects. To avoid trouble, the disciples of our sect refine some regular pills themselves. Although they are not as good as other pill refinement sects, because Hao Ran Court is bathed in Buddha's aura all year round, the ordinary pills that they refine are surprisingly more effective than ordinary pills."
"Oh, there's such a thing?" Lonemoon's eyes narrowed.
"Indeed." Chan Ji nodded. Then, as if recalling something, he turned to Fatty and said, "Oh yes, Fellow Daoist Hui Ze, you were seriously injured in the battle with Divine Imperial Sect. I wonder if you have recovered. If you don't mind, there are Spirit Recovery Pills in the guest rooms. They can help alleviate your injuries. "
"Thank you, Court Lord!" Fatty hurriedly bowed and said, "When we were in the Southern Land, Master helped me heal my injuries. I have recovered now." He even refined a hundred flying swords to repay his debt!
"That's good." Chan Ji heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he brought them into the pill room to look around. Indeed, as he said, there were only some commonly used spirit herbs in the pill room. They really only refined some commonly used pills.
After exiting the Pill Room, he led them around the remaining halls. They were all very ordinary places, and there weren't even a few disciples around. Only then did he bring them to the back of the mountain. As they walked, he introduced, "The back of the mountain is where the sect cultivates spirit herbs. It is also a place where the disciples meditate and cultivate. It is still early now. It is the time when there are many people."
Just as he finished speaking, the few of them passed through a field of low-level spirit herbs. Suddenly, a huge pond appeared in front of them. At first, it looked to be about a hundred meters wide. There were many lotus flowers in the pond. Red petals filled the entire pond. A faint golden light enveloped the lotus pond.
Yi Qing, who was carrying his Master, stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened and he subconsciously turned around. "Master, this place …"
"Mm." Shen Ying adjusted her position. She moved her head from Chef's left shoulder to his right. "I smelled it from afar."
Yi Qing's expression immediately darkened.
The three people in front did not notice the people behind them. Lonemoon and Chan Ji walked forward and realized that there was an empty space beside the lotus pond. There were hundreds of disciples sitting cross-legged on it. All of them were in a meditative state. Their bodies were also surrounded by the same Buddhist light as the one around the lotus pond.
"This lotus pond has been here since the founding of our sect. I heard that it was personally built by the founder of our sect. It is said that it has been here for millions of years." As if he knew what they were thinking, Chan Ji smiled and explained, "Back then, the founder achieved his Dao and ascended to immortality here. That is why every generation of disciples in our sect sees this place as a holy land. They meditate here every day. Perhaps because of this, over time, the lotus pond has also gained some Buddhist qualities. "
"I see." No wonder there was Buddhist light above the pond.
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