Chapter 402: I have a Mahayana Dao Scripture here

"Welcome!"

Just as Yu Lin stepped into the shrine's solemn torii gate, the orderly, uniform welcome shout rang out crisply.

Looking ahead, he saw two welcome teams standing neatly on either side of the path.

The team on the left wore red-and-white miko outfits, heads covered with paper caps, holding kagura bells or wooden batons; the team on the right wore various exquisite traditional kimonos.

The women on both teams ranged from youthful girls to mature charm, but every one was beautiful, their faces now lit with a trained, just-right sweet smile.

What's more "thoughtful" is that the welcome remark just spoken was in standard, clear Xia Guo language.

At a glance, it was obvious this was a program carefully arranged by Feimeng.

Yu Lin turned his head to see Feimeng beside him, winking and giving an "Uncle, I understand you" expression, and sighed helplessly: "Feimeng, uncle I am not a lecher."

"Next time, there's no need to make such a big fuss over this."

He paused, then added, "Just arranging one team is enough; the key is to look at talent, talent first—do you understand?"

Feimeng, hearing this, immediately wiped that expression, replaced it with a humble, teachable look, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, uncle's teaching is correct! I didn't consider enough, too superficial!"

"Talent? We definitely have it! Let's go inside first; we'll arrange a talent show right away!"

"Hmm." Yu Lin then showed a relieved expression and stepped toward the main hall inside the shrine.

The following time was spent in the carefully prepared "talent exhibition" and a banquet.

When everything ended, it was already near evening.

Regarding Feimeng's suggestion to go check out Gaotianyuan next, Yu Lin waved his hand and refused:

"I want to wander around on my own tonight; let's go tomorrow."

Feimeng naturally wouldn't dampen his interest, immediately expressed understanding, and, being very accommodating, pulled out a bank card with both hands and offered it: "Uncle, this is what they offer the heavenly emperor, said to have no limit."

"Feel free to wander tonight; if you see something you like, just swipe! Don't be polite with me!"

Yu Lin also didn't decline, naturally taking the bank card and slipping it into his pocket:

"Fine, call me if anything comes up."

Having said that, he turned and left the shrine.

Yu Lin came to a fairly large city near Mount Fuji—River Mouth Lake Town.

This place is famous for viewing Fuji's beautiful scenery; although the night isn't as dazzling as Tokyo or Osaka, it has its own tranquility and lively atmosphere.

As night fell, lights along the streets came on one after another.

By the roadside were the white lights of convenience stores and the warm yellow lanterns of izakayas.

Office workers in suits walked in small groups toward familiar izakayas, faces showing fatigue or relaxation; students with backpacks laughed as they passed, discussing tomorrow's lessons or the latest anime.

Yu Lin restrained most of his aura, strolling like an ordinary tourist along the street.

Yet, even after restraining his aura, his extraordinarily transcendent appearance and demeanor stood out in the crowd like a pearl in the night, impossible to ignore.

Not having walked far, he was blocked in his path by a few high‑school‑uniformed girls who had just let out of school, their faces flushed.

One of the bolder girls, cheeks crimson, held her phone in both hands and, with a mosquito‑like voice, stammered:

"Um… hello… could… could we exchange contact information?"

Although Yu Lin had never systematically studied Neihong language before, at his level understanding and using a language is merely a thought.

He politely waved his hand:

"Sorry, I have no intention of looking for a girlfriend right now."

Having said that, he walked straight past the heartbroken girls without stopping.

But just after taking a few steps, a black luxury car parked at the roadside suddenly turned on its headlights and began to creep forward, exactly blocking his path.

The passenger window rolled down, revealing a well‑groomed face wearing gold‑rimmed glasses, unmistakably that of an elite middle‑aged man.

The man broke into a smile he considered extremely charming and bright, his eyes lingering on Yu Lin's face as he said, "Hey there, good‑looking guy, are you alone?"

"Would you like to go for a drink together? I know a nice bar nearby."

Seeing Yu Lin not respond right away, he added, his tone coaxing:

"Or… is there something special you'd like to buy? Limited‑edition sneakers? The latest watch? Uncle here can satisfy you, you know~"

Yu Lin: "..."

He looked at the other party expressionlessly, feeling speechless inside.

"How… there are even guys hitting on me now?"

"This Neihong trip has really brought quite a few 'surprises'."

He couldn't be bothered with talk, had no interest in lecturing the other, and simply waved his hand casually.

The middle‑aged man's smile suddenly froze, his eyes glazed for an instant, then, as if recalling something extremely important, he hurriedly rolled up the window, muttering, "Oh no! I forgot I have an important meeting!"

Then he stepped on the accelerator, the car sped away, disappearing into the night.

Yu Lin shook his head, tossed this little incident behind him, and continued his leisurely stroll.

But tonight was destined not to be a leisurely night.

Just after passing a street corner, another slightly urgent shout came from behind:

"Hey, benefactor up ahead! Please wait a moment!"

Yu Lin didn't stop his steps, pretended not to hear, and kept walking at a leisurely pace.

However, the caller persisted, jogging up to catch up, soon walking shoulder‑to‑shoulder with Yu Lin, slightly out of breath, and stepped in front of him.

Yu Lin stopped and looked at the comer—this time not a pretty girl or a strange old man, but a monk!

About twenty‑five or twenty‑six years old, he wore plain gray monk's robes, straw sandals on his feet, held prayer beads, and had a straw hat on his head, the very picture of a weary itinerant monk.

The monk first sized up Yu Lin silently and quickly, then put his palms together, bowed to him, and uttered a Buddhist invocation.

After completing that standard routine, the monk lifted his head, his face showing an expression as if he had discovered a rare treasure, and spoke solemnly:

"Benefactor, I observe your visage is strikingly unusual, your bearing extraordinary, with a faint wisdom light circulating… you have affinity with my Buddha!"

"Now evil spirits dominate, a hundred ghosts roam at night; it's precisely when we need a benefactor like you to join us and protect................"

Yu Lin listened to the young monk's rambling, his hot‑blooded words full of Neihong anime‑style clichés, and showed a faint smile:

"Stop, stop, stop. Don't you know where the Dharma Master is a monk?"

The monk, hearing this, immediately straightened his Monk Robe and introduced himself: "My humble monastic name is Xuanhai."

"I must say I'm ashamed; I don't belong to a single lineage, but have been fortunate to receive guidance from many great virtuous ones, and have lightly studied the minor teachings of various schools."

"I once studied at Enryaku‑ji on Mount Hiei, listening to the head of the Tiantai Sect deliver a lecture on 'Treatise on the Profound Meaning of the Lotus Sutra'; at Kongōbu‑ji on Mount Koya, I followed a Shingon elder to practice the secret dharma seal; at Tōdaiji in Nara, a Dharma Image elder pointed out the essentials of Yogacara; I also went to Chion‑in in Kyoto to ask a Great Vehicle Buddhist Dharma master of the Pure Land Sect about chanting Buddha Samadhi; I have even delved into the Vinaya's strict precepts, Chan's koans, the Huayan sea of sutras, and so on…"

Good fellow, is this a "stamp collection" of the major Neihong Buddhist sects?

Yu Lin gave a slight nod, listening to this luxurious "lineage" list; after a brief pause he asked:

"Xuanhai Dharma Master, you have learned so broadly yet are so young; I wonder…… can you master them all?"

The monk Xuanhai, hearing this, instantly wore a knowing smile as if saying 'I knew you'd ask that,' as if he had been waiting for it.

He did not answer directly; instead, he reached out and gently pulled aside the collar of his gray Monk Robe, revealing a small, exquisite wooden pendant pressed against his chest.

Engraved on it in clear small characters:

【Neihong Great Vehicle Buddhist Dharma Symposium: Chief of the Young Generation】

"A little, a little."

"Benefactor, join our Buddhist Sect; this humble monk will teach you."

Yu Lin, at first glance, thought to himself that Xuanhai really had some skill.

But the next moment.

He, under Xuanhai's gaze, took out a book.

"Xuanhai Dharma Master, I have here a Mahayana Dao Method; take a look at it, will you?"