At Long Chen's words, the Abbot nodded. "Forgive my display, Donor Long."
"It's only human nature," Long Chen said nonchalantly. "After all, this is Qingyin Temple's supreme inheritance. You've been searching for it for many years, so now that the seal is broken, it's perfectly normal to be curious. If anything, I should be the one who is embarrassed for unintentionally receiving your temple's inheritance."
"Donor Long, that's where you're wrong." The Abbot waved his hand. "If you hadn't broken the seal in time and obtained the inheritance, we likely wouldn't even be standing here talking right now. You are the benefactor of Qingyin Temple. Ingratitude is not the way of our disciples."
"Today, we only hope that you will write down the inheritance so that we may study and cultivate it."
"Of course." Long Chen returned to the room, took up a brush and paper, and wrote down all the secrets of the Chan Meditation Spirit Map before handing it to the Abbot.
