Hearing these words, the eyes of the villagers could not help but get slightly teary, reminding them of the stories told by the elders.
It was said that Qingfeng Daoist Temple used to be quite lively in the past.
During the Period of the Republic of China, the Daoists within the temple numbered several dozen, each possessing skills that benefitted the region.
At the time, even the incense was flourishing.
But as the cherry blossoms drifted far away, the Divine Land sunk.
Under the ravages of war, people lost their homes, struggling to make a living.
The Observatory Master of Qingfeng Temple, dedicated to the mission of saving the world, decisively led the Daoists down the mountain, leaving only the eight-year-old Master Qingxu behind.
Master Qingxu was determined to guard the gate, waiting for his master and brothers to return from saving the world.
Little did he know, this wait would last a lifetime.
Perhaps it was because of this reason, even though the village elders knew Master Qingxu was not truly skilled.
Yet, everyone would still, from time to time, go to the temple to offer a stick of incense and some money.
Until that generation was old and could no longer move.
That was when Qingfeng Daoist Temple became more and more deserted.
However, today, seeing that the disciple of Master Qingxu was also such a person of warm heart.
The villagers could not help but feel ashamed.
Thinking how, after the previous generation faded away, their own generation rarely visited the temple — it was really inexcusable...
"Daoist Xiao Lin, I have some money on me, please... please keep it."
"Yes, yes, I haven’t visited the temple in a while, it’s just a small token, please don’t mind it."
"Daoist Xiao Lin, I didn’t bring money with me, please wait here, I’ll go home to get it."
...
The villagers eagerly took out money.
Feeling somewhat ashamed, not knowing how to express it, resorting only to this method.
However, Lin Heng shook his head and said, "Everyone need not do this."
"Honestly, when the master was alive, he often recalled the help extended by the village folks when he was young."
"Those events, the master kept in his heart, as do I."
"Saving her today is merely a small effort, you don’t need to do this."
As Lin Heng spoke, he glanced around at the dilapidated village and said:
"Seeing how difficult life is for you all, how could I take your money?"
"Please wait here for a moment, I will be right back!"
After finishing, Lin Heng’s figure flashed, leaving only a remnant shadow, as he headed towards the mountain.
His ghost-like speed left everyone open-mouthed.
But they were also curious why the Daoist suddenly left?
Yet soon, they understood.
In roughly three minutes, Lin Heng returned to the village, this time holding a stack of money in his hands.
He directly handed tens of thousands of dollars to Tie Zhu, who was stunned and about to refuse, but Lin Heng said:
"This money is not for you; it’s for the villagers."
"I am not aware of the number of people in the village. I would trouble you to distribute it."
Lin Heng’s tone was calm.
Yet, in the ears of the villagers, it sounded like a rumbling thunder.
"How... how can this be?"
"We haven’t been to the temple for incense, are already so ashamed, and how can we accept your money?"
Everyone refused.
But Lin Heng said calmly, "As a cultivator, worldly wealth has become meaningless to me."
"Distribute it among yourselves to improve your lives. Consider it accumulating virtue for my master."
"You all do not need to decline!"
Upon hearing this, the villagers couldn’t help but shed tears.
Thinking previously, the monks at Zen Spirit Temple even said that Daoist Xiao Lin loved incense money and solely dedicated himself to city folks?
Now looking back, it was just complete nonsense!
What is more key is that earlier they almost believed the monk’s words.
This made everyone’s heart grow more guilty, tears falling as they said:
"Daoist Xiao Lin, how can we possibly deserve this?"
Lin Heng smiled, shifting his gaze to the young people behind Su Xiaoluo, and then said to the villagers:
"Actually, this money is given from their incense."
"If you must express gratitude, thank them."
Upon hearing this,
Su Xiaoluo and the group of water friends were completely stunned.
They looked at the Daoist, their eyes gradually shifting from initial astonishment to admiration, worship, respect, and acceptance!
What kind of Immortal Daoist is this!
Not fixated on external possessions, but caring for the suffering of others.
The incense money given to him was promptly donated to the villagers afterward.
The key point was he specifically noted that the money came from their group.
What defines being indifferent to fame and profit?
What defines a person detached from worldly matters?
What defines a Daoist!
"Isn’t this a hundred times better than the monk’s incense?!"
At this moment, not to mention the girls, even all the young men were completely convinced by the Daoist in front of them!
Looking at the Daoist and then at Kong Wen and his group.
It entirely became a scene of blatant double standards.
For the former, it was spontaneous admiration!
For the latter, it was nearly undisguised disdain.
"This..."
Wang Yuan and Wang Sheng saw this scene, completely dumbfounded.
Whereas Kong Wen and his disciples felt shocked and angry within.
They never imagined that this young guy would have such deep insight!
This move to give the incense money provided by city folk to local poor villagers.
Was something they could not have anticipated at all.
The maneuver was simply... outrageously shameless!!
"It’s all your fault!"
Kong Wen couldn’t help but cast an angry glance at Jue Xin.
Things were going perfectly down the mountain, without any issues.
But this kid had to show off a tactic, raising that damn Daoist in front of the villagers!
Now look.
Not only did the other side not falter, but cleverly performed a tactic, gaining fame for saving people while also showing a lofty detachment from fame and profit!
In stark contrast, standing to the side, their embarrassment was overwhelming!
Kong Wen truly wished to punch this disciple twice.
"I also didn’t expect him to be so strong..."
Jue Xin showed a face of grievance.
Kong Wen took a deep breath, impatiently said, "Let’s go."
Today, their group lost thoroughly, the embarrassment was monumental.
Staying here any longer would be purely self-inflicted humiliation.
As Kong Wen departed.
Jue Xin immediately followed.
Wang Yuan and Wang Sheng hesitated a moment, looked at Lin Heng, wanting to speak but silent.
Lin Heng glanced at them, expression only indifferent.
Seeing this, Wang Yuan and Wang Sheng could only follow behind Kong Wen with a touch of regret.
On the way.
Jue Xin was still somewhat unwilling.
"Master, that guy’s move will probably improve Daoism’s reputation..."
"Are you really doing nothing?" He asked, with a slight hint of killing intent in his tone.
Kong Wen really didn’t want to bother with this fool.
He wanted to say, what can I do? What am I capable of doing?
That guy is equipped with magical artifacts, do you think I can handle him?
Of course, these thoughts were just in Kong Wen’s mind. On the surface, he remained calm.
"Don’t worry, the tree that stands above the forest invites the wind to destroy it."
"There are some things that don’t require us to take action."
"Don’t forget that tomorrow night is the night of the full moon!"
Upon hearing this, Jue Xin was taken aback, eyes gleaming with happiness:
"Yeah, I almost forgot about that terrifying Great Demon!"
Thinking about the Evil Spirit City God, a sneer involuntarily curled the lips of the master and disciple.