There were many people on the path to ordination. Hundreds were climbing the path three meters wide. Initially, everyone held firm to their hearts, but unknowingly, their inner desires were drawn out, leading them to side paths, and step by step, they descended the mountain again.
Wang Xuan walked step by step, continuous illusions appearing before him: countless hills of gold and silver treasures, seemingly within reach to become immensely wealthy.
Beautiful women, gorgeously dressed, speaking coquettishly, and ready to be at his disposal, circled around him, as if beckoning to him.
Hundreds of exquisite dishes exuding tantalizing aromas, tempting anyone with a taste for indulgence beyond resistance.
...
The number of people by his side dwindled, as Wang Xuan saw through the illusions, ascending to the mountain peak accompanied only by Xiaowei and a middle-aged man with a look of hardship.
"Xiaowei, didn't you see those illusions?" Wang Xuan asked.
