Gu Qiaoqiao finally came to her senses and nodded, "Hmm, I understand, everything depends on fate, thank you for your guidance, Master."
At this moment, incense smoke curled up, and the sound of chanting lingered in the air.
A bell rang in the main hall, distant and ethereal, as if this was an isolated place, where all troubles and sorrows could be cast aside, allowing your heart to return to peace and tranquility.
The two walked out of the temple gate, bidding farewell to Master Nan Shan and the young monk.
Then, the two of them headed towards the corner of the open space in front of the gate.
There were steps leading down the mountain there.
After walking a bit, Gu Qiaoqiao looked back at the ancient temple, thinking to herself, no wonder Master Nan Shan lived to such an old age, maybe it has something to do with his living environment and his desireless state of mind.
In such an environment, with such a mindset, how could one not live long?
