Inside the large residence of Shangyi Village, craftsmen were hurrying to finish their work day and night, creating quite a racket. Wang Daoxuan, who loved tranquility, and considering his Divine Soul was injured and needed a restful retreat, naturally found the Wendao Temple more suitable.
After saying goodbye to Manager Wan, Li Yan and his two companions headed straight back to Xianyang.
"Master Wang, you've returned?"
"Little Brother Li, if you keep banging the drum, we'll have to report you to the authorities!"
The old alley's residents were still as "enthusiastic" as ever.
Neighbor Grandma, trembling and unsteady, took out a copper key, "It's such a sin, those government officials have broken the Daoist's main gate, even the lock is damaged, and I, an old woman, fearing thieves might come, locked it up."
"Thank you, Grandma Liu."
Wang Daoxuan took the key and opened the main gate.
