After hanging up the phone, Shen Yi looked up at Assistant Chen in front of the desk.
Assistant Chen stepped forward and placed several folders on the desk. "These are all the records about Ling’an Temple since its existence and also the life story of Master Wangchen."
"Alright, you can leave now." Shen Yi glanced somberly at the folders.
Assistant Chen nodded, then turned and left the office, not forgetting to close the door behind him.
In the spacious office, only Shen Yi remained, staring at those folders for a long time before he finally made a move.
Shen Yi picked up the folders and began to flip through them. There weren’t many records on Ling’an Temple; since records began, it had been an almost abandoned temple.
Actually, Yunling Mountain was quite well-known, mainly because most of the trees on Yunling Mountain were maple trees, which made the scenery particularly beautiful in autumn.
Yet, placed halfway up Yunling Mountain, Ling’an Temple was often closed to visitors, leading outsiders to believe it was abandoned, not even aware that monks were still inside.
Only some of the original inhabitants of Yunling Mountain knew that there was indeed a monk residing there.
It was just that Ling’an Temple was not famous and didn’t have enough monks to maintain it, so it fell into disrepair.
As for Master Wangchen, there was even less information—just a few sentences summing up his entire life.
During their visit to the temple that day, they had seen a monk who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.
And the information on this young monk was even simpler. According to the former residents of Yunling Mountain, the child had been abandoned, and Master Wangchen, taking pity on him, brought him to the temple to raise.
Shen Yi quickly looked through all the materials, unable to suppress a frown. He wanted to know, and there was nothing about it in these documents.
He placed the folders back on the desk. These superficial materials were of no use to him.
Shen Yi thought he still needed to make a trip to Ling’an Temple. There were some things that perhaps only that elderly monk could clarify for him and provide him with a reasonable answer.
Shen Yi couldn’t sit still. He took his phone, stood up, and strode towards the outside.
Today was the weekend, and aside from Shen Yi, only Assistant Chen was outside. Hearing the movement, Assistant Chen immediately stood up.
"Mr. Shen," Assistant Chen called out respectfully.
Shen Yi nodded slightly, then, while walking, said, "We’re going to Ling’an Temple."
"Okay." Assistant Chen answered and quickly followed beside Shen Yi.
Ever since Mr. Shen had him research Ling’an Temple, Assistant Chen had been puzzled, but his professional ethics kept him from questioning his leader’s matters; he just needed to do as instructed.
The weather was nice today, and the only bridge leading to the base of Yunling Mountain had been restored after the floodwaters receded.
When they arrived at Ling’an Temple, its gate was tightly shut. From the outside, it looked completely abandoned and uninhabited.
Shen Yi got out of the car, and Assistant Chen followed closely. Standing at the entrance of Ling’an Temple, Assistant Chen took the initiative to go up and knock on the door.
The door was very thick, and Assistant Chen felt that knocking might not be heard inside, so he started to shout loudly, "Hello, is anyone there?"
After calling out twice, movement was heard from inside the door. Assistant Chen’s face lit up with joy as he turned to look at Shen Yi.