"Do you have to copy a lot every month?" Zhu Yu asked.
"Basically, if this boy really copied meticulously, he wouldn't have time to do anything else." Yan Daoxin gestured with his hand, "Every month he has to copy a stack this thick."
"Then I know why the Duke Yan doesn't look favorably upon you now," Zhu Yu said with a smile to Lu Qing beside him.
Saying it's to dissolve the ominous energy is obviously an excuse. The Duke Yan hopes to trap Lu Qing in that isolated Shanqing Temple, copying scriptures day and night, over and over, spending all his time on it. In this way, by the time he's in his teens or twenties, aside from being able to recite those scriptures backward, he'd essentially be a useless person.
He'd have neither broad knowledge nor a strong foundation, no family influence to protect him, and no mastery of civil or military skills.
