The corridors within Ping An Temple were straight and perpendicular. Yi Lin walked among them, head lowered, deeply troubled with doubts.
Zen Master Tianxin had given him an answer in the way of a Riddler, and at the same time, created even more riddles.
The Buddhist verses of a monk, riddles give birth to children, children give birth to grandchildren, endless generations.
South?
Direction pointed to by Zen Master Tianxin before dying, suggesting the south.
But here's the problem.
Did Zen Master Tianxin mean that to find Wang Xiaohu, one must head south; or that to save Wang Xiaohu, one should go south?
South... Jing Nan City?
But we're in Qingdu,
Qingdu is located in the northern central part of Qianguo.
One could almost say that this direction encompasses almost half of Qianguo's territory.
Damn Riddler.
Can't he just speak clearly?
Even though Yi Lin felt this way, which seemed a bit disrespectful to the deceased, he couldn't help it, and it made him very angry.
