In Shaolin Temple.
Upon sensing the anomaly from the middle-aged man in North Martial City, Mr. Ying's mouth slightly curved upward. He lay on a bamboo chair, casually tossing a jade bead held between the fingers of his right hand.
Another jade bead had been flicked from Wang Anfeng's wrist Buddha Beads last night and had landed on a young girl. This, in turn, had brought Gongsun Jing into this world.
Ci Yuan's eyes were slightly closed beside him, quietly chanting sutras. After reciting, "All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, or shadows; like dew or a flash of lightning; thus we should view them," he did not continue but opened his eyes to look at his rather languid friend.
Though his face remained as impassive as usual, the two had known each other for a long time and could tell that the latter was in quite a good mood. Furrowing his brow, he put down his hands and asked in a quite serious tone,
"What exactly do you want to do?"