Not far from where Noble Scholar Hou Zheng and Virtuous Scholar Zhou Juran were eating spicy noodles in the capital, there was a small and relatively unknown Daoist temple. The temple master was a middle-aged priest who was completely unknown in the Azure Phoenix Nation, and if he were to be viewed as a cultivator like any other, then he was even less remarkable, since he hadn't even reached the Middle Five Tiers.0

Moreover, this White Cloud Temple had only been there for a hundred years or so, making it far younger than the established Daoist temples in the Azure Phoenix Nation that could easily have histories of thousands of years. Because of this, all of the locations with good feng shui in the capital had already been taken by the so-called senior Daoist temples a long time ago.0

Compared to the size of the city, the White Cloud Temple looked much like a small piece of tofu. It was also forced to neighbor a bustling market. However, there were indeed a few ancient trees planted inside the temple, and this was something that the temple could be slightly proud of. However, these ancient trees also caused huge problems for the temple. 0

The children living in the surroundings liked to fly paper kites, but their kites would very often get stuck in the large trees of the temple. Thus, parents would often bring their sobbing children over and curse outside the temple. After venting their anger, they would barge into the temple to scold and lecture those timid little Daoist priests, instructing them to bring ladders over to climb the trees and retrieve the paper kites. 0

Upon getting their kites back, the tears of sadness on the children's faces would quickly transform into smiles of delight. However, having delayed their proper matters because of these trivial things, the parents would often continue to curse. Many of them would inevitably mumble that these...0