Jiulong Mountain, Sanqing Temple.
Li Yuanming woke up early in the morning and watched the workers carrying tools inside with a smiling face. He said, "You all have worked hard."
After instructing his junior brother to take care of them, he walked out with light steps, "carelessly" strolling to the back mountain.
The back mountain was a shared area between their Taoist temple and the monastery.
Seeing abbot Yi Yun also practicing martial arts, he stretched lazily and walked over, intentionally complaining, "Ah, it's so noisy. I couldn't sleep well last night, and the same goes for Zhouzhou. I told her that she didn't need to renovate the Taoist temple. It's not easy for her to earn money with her poor destiny. Why waste money on renovating the temple?"
Although he said that, his expression was not the same. His beard almost reached the sky.