Chapter 122: Each to Their Own

"Yu Lin, look over there."

Just as Yu Lin was about to leave, Ning Ya grabbed his sleeve and pointed aside.

"What?" Yu Lin looked, and his steps halted.

He saw that the spot that should have been a stone wall had turned into a pile of broken rocks, revealing hidden objects within.

Rows of wooden crates were stacked on the ground, one atop another, filling that side to the brim.

Yu Lin stepped forward and casually pulled down a crate, its seal stamped with the year and month of storage.

He opened it and looked inside.

Goodness, it was all gold, silver, and jewels!

Seeing this, Ling Dongxuan acted at once, opening all the crates directly.

Although the crates had been stored at different times—from decades ago to recent years—their contents were identical: all valuable items!

Ning Ya widened her eyes, muttering, "No wonder they wouldn't let us move anything; it's because of this... they were scared we'd discover it, right?"

"Just moving a few of these out would cover ten years' salary for my club!"

Yu Lin picked up a gold bar:

"It was stored two months ago... now they'll have to add a penalty."

He casually tossed the gold bar back into the crate, the collision producing a crisp clink.

"Let's go back and report it, we..."

Before he could finish, Ling Dongxuan snapped his head upward, frowned, and said:

"The Buddhist Sect Great Void has arrived."

Hearing this, Yu Lin and Ning Ya both looked up toward the ceiling and saw an old monk walking on air with a middle‑aged monk, descending through a hole above until they landed before them, then bowing and saying:

"Amitabha, this old monk has seen the three of you."

"This humble monk has seen the three of you."

The old monk's beard and hair were all white; he looked kindly and gentle. The middle‑aged monk had smiling eyes, appearing easygoing and rather ordinary.

The old monk knew Ling Dongxuan, and Ling Dongxuan knew the old monk.

Elder Miao Heng of White Horse Temple.

Because Shaolin Temple is famous, many think it is the head of the Buddhist Sect in Xia Guo, but in fact White Horse Temple holds that position.

One of the six Great Voids of Xia Guo has a presence at White Horse Temple, namely Elder Miao Heng.

Only true Buddhist Sect cultivators could break through to the realm of the Great Void.

As for the middle‑aged monk beside him.

His cultivation appears to be at the Five Qi realm, likely sent by White Horse Temple to take over Shaolin Temple?

Ling Dongxuan stepped forward and returned the bow: "I have met Elder Miao Heng."

"Did the elder come because of what just happened to us?"

"No," Miao Heng shook his head, speaking gently:

"I am merely bringing my disciple here for duty, hoping to arrive early and return early, to establish some authority for the disciple, lest there be... I won't elaborate further."

"Yin Xuan, this is Ling Dongxuan."

Yin Xuan stepped forward, bowed again, and said, "I have met Ling Dongxuan."

"Hmm, there is Great Void potential," Ling Dongxuan nodded slightly, offered a casual compliment, then pointed at the gold, silver, and jewels on the ground:

"How will you handle these items?"

Miao Heng remained silent, while Yin Xuan opened his normally smiling eyes, a sharp glint flashing within:

"We will investigate thoroughly; whatever judgment is due, we will pass it!"

"Rest assured, Master, I swear with my Buddhist heart that I will not let any participant escape!"

Swearing with a Buddhist heart shows that Yin Xuan truly intends to act as he said.

If he were to spare anyone out of selfishness, his Buddhist heart would collapse on the spot, he would go mad, and all his cultivation would vanish into nothing!

Thus Ling Dongxuan nodded and said, "Since you have that resolve, I will not say more to you."

"Elder Miao Heng, this place is yours to handle."

"We will step away first."

Having said that, he led Yu Lin and Ning Ya away directly.

Watching their silhouettes vanish into the night, the gentleness on Miao Heng's face faded, replaced by a somewhat cold authority:

"Yin Xuan, go fetch them all here and watch over these valuables."

"Today this old monk will question each of them!"

Yin Xuan nodded, "Yes."

He went outside, gathered his internal Qi, and shouted:

"Everyone, come over!"

Yu Lin's home.

"Following you is indeed very interesting."

"Take me along next time."

Having just finished a midnight snack, Ning Ya lay on the sofa, patting her round belly, recalling the day's events with endless satisfaction.

Whatever we pick from today's happenings, others would say it's impossible...

Yu Lin scrolled through short videos and replied casually:

"If there's a chance, I'll bring you along."

"Alright," Ning Ya said, eyes half‑closed, head tilted back, looking very content.

Only when she sensed a familiar aura arriving did she sit up and look toward a shadowed spot.

Within the shadows, a Daoist figure rose slowly, then stepped out of the shadows.

Su Qu.

Ning Ya saw him appear and felt uneasy: "What are you here for?"

"Sis, I need a favor."

"……What kind of matter?"

"Abroad........."

"Hold on, I just returned from abroad, so I'm not going abroad now."

"Really? What a pity. I had applied within the bureau for a small allocation of Heavenly Bestowed Artifact replicas and a borrowing quota, but it seems I'll have to find……."

"I suddenly want to go abroad again—what for?"

"Very well, I'll tell you tomorrow."

Su Qu looked at Yu Lin: "Kid, why are you here?"

Yu Lin shrugged: "I'm at my own home. What's so strange?"

"Oh, right." Su Qu patted his own forehead:

"Almost forgot, this is your home, not hers."

"Sorry, sorry, ha."

Yu Lin, curious, asked: "Brother Su, why do you call her 'sis'?"

"Could it be……?"

Su Qu sat in front of him and explained:

"I married her younger sister; didn't I tell you before?"

"No."

"Alright then, now you know."

"If she marries me, should you then call me 'brother'?"

"……That's different. We each have our own matters. Besides, are you really going to marry? Let me tell you, this……."

"No, just talking."

The two's conversation displeased Ning Ya, who grabbed a pillow and hurled it at them:

"Die!"