Thirty miles from Springhead City, in a dilapidated Dai Temple, Wang Linchi gazed at his somewhat aged statue, a wave of emotion washing over him.
Yesterday, the old Temple Master of Springhead City's Dai Temple had passed away from illness, and Wang Linchi had come to take over, seeing it as a suitable place to stay for a while. Otherwise, he truly would have had nowhere else to go.
He buried the old Temple Master today, on the hill behind the temple. The man had been a rare Class B believer; if he had been Class C or D, Wang Linchi wouldn't have bothered with him at all.
Afterward, he had the Saint Master give the Dai Temple a simple tidying.
Truth be told, this wasn't the original Dai Temple. The original, located within Springhead City, had been quite grand. This one, in contrast, felt cramped and small once his statue was placed in the main hall. There were few facilities; the backyard even housed chickens and ducks, with vegetables growing nearby.
