Su Ming was the first to express opposition to his daughter accompanying Su Ming to Qianling Temple.

However, Shen Mengxue never found Shen Tenglong's objections significant.

To avoid Shen Tenglong's annoyance, Shen Mengxue and a few others set off early on purpose.

Sitting in the car heading to Qianling Temple, the three of them had different moods.

Su Ming was silent, as the journey ahead was long and he didn't know what would happen or if he could succeed.

Shen Mengxue was impulsive; the ignorant are fearless. All she knew was that as long as they succeeded, they could save Wu Guizhen.

Lastly, Bai Mo, who slept soundly as soon as he got in the car.

After all, this matter didn't have much to do with him; he was purely tagging along out of thick-skinnedness.

Soon, the car arrived at Qianling City, at the foot of Qianling Temple.

Because of Qianling Temple, Qianling City had become heavily commercialized, with many tourists coming and going.

Perhaps also due to the presence of the temple, such a city was built around it.

"I never expected the temple to have such a large crowd."

Shen Mengxue was surprised as she looked at the endless stream of people outside.

"Qianling Temple is the premier temple in Jiangnan Province, and there's always a plaque saying 'every request is granted,' so certainly many believe in it."

Seeing so many people outside, Bai Mo's eyes were full of curiosity.

"Whether every request is granted or not, we just have to see for ourselves now."

After parking the car, the trio followed the crowd straight to the main hall of Qianling Temple.

Inside the hall, many visitors were praying for wealth, children, and health.

Seeing the three arrive, a Little Novice Monk approached them.

"What do the three donors seek?"

"We are here for Water Lowering Its Head."

The Little Novice Monk was taken aback upon hearing this, then said, "I'm afraid the temple doesn't have Water Lowering Its Head; these are just rumors from the outside."

"We came from Longcheng for Water Lowering Its Head. We won't leave until we get it."

Seeing the three persist, the Little Novice Monk stopped speaking, simply clasping his hands and standing aside.

"What do we do now?"

Bai Mo looked at Su Ming and Shen Mengxue, "Should I try a more direct approach?"

Of course, this idea was quickly dismissed, for how could one be so presumptuous in a sacred Buddhist place?

After some pondering, Su Ming turned around and kneeled on a prayer mat.

Seeing Su Ming's action, Shen Mengxue kneeled down as well.

With time passing, an hour, two hours, three hours went by.

The two remained still on the prayer mat.

Gradually, the sky turned dark, and the number of visitors to the temple dwindled.

Yet, Su Ming and Shen Mengxue still knelt there, with no intention of leaving.

The Little Novice Monk approached Su Ming and softly said, "Donor, we are about to close, please leave."

Su Ming didn't respond, his eyes still closed.

Seeing Su Ming's lack of response, the Little Novice Monk moved to Shen Mengxue's side.

Similarly, Shen Mengxue also ignored the Little Novice Monk.

The Little Novice Monk had no choice but to leave, hoping the three would retreat given the difficulty.

But even after the last visitor departed, Su Ming and Shen Mengxue still had no plan to leave.

At this moment, a middle-aged monk in a yellow robe appeared.

"The two of you, we no longer entertain outsiders. If you wish to enter the temple for secluded cultivation, you may register here, and don't disturb the Buddha's rest."

Upon hearing the middle-aged monk's words, Su Ming slowly opened his eyes.

"The Buddha is compassionate. I come today asking for Water Lowering Its Head. Only upon acquiring it will I leave."

"Every year, countless people come here seeking Water Lowering Its Head, but none have taken it away. Do you know why, donor?"

Su Ming remained silent as the middle-aged monk continued, "Only those with firm will can obtain Water Lowering Its Head, but for those people, there are always other distractions."

"Achieving a state of a mind without distractions is incredibly challenging, not just something that can be said lightly."

Su Ming didn't argue with the middle-aged monk but closed his eyes again.

At this moment, Shen Mengxue, kneeling beside, suddenly shivered and then collapsed.

"Bai Mo!"

Su Ming called out, and Bai Mo came to Shen Mengxue's side.

"It's nothing, just kneeling for too long."

Assured that Shen Mengxue was alright, Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Brother, could you arrange a meditation courtyard for us? We need to stay here."

The middle-aged monk glanced at Bai Mo, nodded, and gestured for the Little Novice Monk to lead the two.

He stayed by Su Ming's side.

At night, though lit, the temple hall was far from fully illuminated.

The light reflecting off various statues made them appear intimidating.

Without a firm will, without focus, it would be impossible to remain here long.

Yet Su Ming knelt all along, never even opening his eyes.

The middle-aged monk meditated nearby.

The two seemed to be testing each other's endurance.

After an unknown period, a figure approached the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk opened his eyes and stood up at once upon seeing who it was.

Before he could speak, the newcomer stopped him.

The newcomer slowly walked to Su Ming's side, examined him closely, and then gestured for the middle-aged monk to leave.

In the moonlight, the figure's features gradually became visible—though aged, very kind.

White brows and beard, a compassionate demeanor.

Looking at this person, one couldn't harbor any bad feelings.

This person was the abbot of Qianling Temple, known as Guanglin.

"Abbot, this donor also seeks Water Lowering Its Head. If not, I'll try persuading him down the mountain tomorrow."

The abbot Guanglin waved his hand and looked towards Su Ming's back inside the temple hall.

"Bi Qing, how long has he been here?"

"About ten hours. There was a woman accompanying him before, but she couldn't hold on."

Reflecting on this, Bi Qing added.

"Abbot, I arranged a meditation courtyard for them on my own initiative."

"You did well."

The abbot Guanglin patted Bi Qing's shoulder, then kept his eyes on Su Ming.

After a while, he said, "If he's still here by morning prayers, let him rest."

Hearing this, Bi Qing showed a surprised expression.

Before he could say anything, the abbot Guanglin had already disappeared.

Subsequently, Bi Qing returned to the hall, meditating not far from Su Ming.

Looking at Su Ming, he couldn't help but murmur.

"A truly faithful heart."

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