391 Principle: Faith

Shen Yue fell silent for a moment, pondering the abbot's intentions. Clearly, the abbot was also a practitioner with some mystical powers, and an uncanny resonance could arise between practitioners.

The abbot was confident in Shen Yue's identity, only because there had been a resonance with him just now in the Zen room and in the courtyard.

Shen Yue's identity could be falsified, but his cultivation could not be.

At that moment, the room's door gently knocked twice, and then someone pushed it open. It was a monk who appeared to have uncultivated hair. The monk had a coppery complexion, his robes were somewhat worn, and his figure was somewhat thin, looking to be about forty.

"Jiapu," the old monk instructed, "This donor wants to go to the place where Master Wuxing once practiced at Jianxing Peak. You take him."

The monk called Jiapu respectfully saluted the old monk and replied with a single word, "Okay."

The old monk closed his eyes.