The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

Yun Yici was dumbfounded. From Wen Fuyue to Ning Tinglan, all the women around her were long-haired beauties.

Even in the demon realm, male demon cultivators all have long hair; I've never seen such an unconventional buzz cut.

Fortunately, Xuanzhu is good-looking, and with his gentle temperament, he looks clean-cut and handsome even with a buzz cut or bald head.

Xuanzhu was dumbfounded.

He subconsciously reached up to touch his head, and his face immediately turned red when he touched a handful of prickly, stiff stubble.

He even forgot to investigate why Yun Yici had suddenly reappeared.

Xuanzhu explained haltingly, "This is the abbot's intention. The senior monks in the temple are all hesitant about growing their hair back, and as a Buddhist, I should set an example..."

The story goes back to the day he met Yun Yici for the last time in his dream.

Abbot Shanfa thought he had guarded his mind, so he let him sleep without worry. But in his dream, he dreamed of Yun Yici again.

He didn't hide anything and told the truth.

Abbot Shanfa was worried that his more than ten years of Buddhist practice would be ruined by breaking the precepts, so he asked him to move to Qingjing Hall.

The meditation room in Qingjingtang was actually a place of confinement for disciples of Chanyin Temple who had committed offenses.

When Xuanzhu was young, he naively thought that if he kept making mistakes, he might be expelled from Chanyin Temple by the strict abbot and then he would no longer have to practice Buddhism.

If he's lucky, Senior Wen might take him in.

As a result, he was a regular at the Qingjingtang in his childhood.

But deliberately making mistakes doesn't mean he's not afraid; he's also afraid of being punished after making a mistake, especially being locked up here alone.

The Qingjing Hall is deep and quiet, like an old man in his twilight years.

In the stillness of the night, only a single lamp was lit in the meditation room, which was filled with obscure and profound Buddhist scriptures. He was all alone.

When he was scared, he couldn't help but knock on the wall of the meditation room, hoping that a fellow practitioner next door who had made the same mistake would respond to him.

Strangely, he was very lucky; every time, a senior student who made a mistake would live next door to him.

Even after his senior brothers were released, they would secretly come over during the day to give him some food.

This made him both scared and greedy at the young age.

It wasn't until he was older that he discovered by chance that the person living next door was actually his master, Abbot Shanfa.

It turns out there were no kind-hearted senior brothers who shared the same plight.

During those lonely nights of his childhood, the people who kept him company next door and secretly fed him were all Abbot Shanfa.

In fact, his master was just as good as Senior Wen, but their status meant that Abbot Shanfa's teaching methods could not be as gentle and unrestrained as Senior Wen's.

Later, Xuanzhu stopped making mistakes and was no longer afraid of being locked in the meditation room of Qingjing Hall.

Now that I'm older, sitting in this meditation room allows me to experience some of the essence of Zen.

Moreover, he also tried to enter a dream at Qingjing Hall, but he never saw Yun Yici again.

Before today, Xuanzhu thought that staying here to cultivate would be useful.

However, Xuanzhu kept all of this from Yun Yici.

“I have been practicing at Qingjing Hall. A few days ago, the abbot asked me to come forward and gather the disciples in the temple to discuss the matter of growing my hair back.”

“Because this matter violates the temple’s long-standing rules, my fellow disciples and I are very hesitant. Following the example set by our superiors, I, along with the abbot, the supervising monk, and the elders, have started to grow our hair.”

Xuanzhu was also quite helpless. He had been a monk for twenty years, and suddenly he was asking to grow his hair back.

Not only that, Abbot Shanfa was worried that their hair was growing too slowly, so he also prepared some hair-growth remedies.

What Yun Yici is seeing now is the awkward stage of Xuanzhu's hair growth.

Xuanzhu originally planned to hide in Qingjing Hall and show himself after his hair grew back.

To his utter surprise, Yun Yici appeared in his dream again.

Yun Yici also remembered that Mingwu had mentioned in a dream that he wanted to tell Shanfa to make all Buddhist practitioners grow their hair long.

She thought that "enlightenment" was just a joke.

I didn't expect Mingwu to be serious, and to be so proactive.

The abbot of Shanfa Temple is also incredibly proactive; he even used hair growth medicine on her.

Since things had come to this, Yun Yici could only comfort Xuanzhu: "Fellow Daoist Xuanzhu has an outstanding temperament, and he will look good with long hair too."

Xuanzhu immediately revealed a pained expression: "The matter of growing hair is actually a trial... If the effect is not good, we will have to shave our heads a second time."

Yun Yici: !!!

She choked up immediately.

This is really terrible. All that hard work growing hair with hair growth medicine, and now you have to shave it all off?

Yun Yici asked, puzzled, "Why is that?"

Xuanzhu took two bundles of grass from the meditation room and placed them under the eaves. After sitting down with Yun Yici, he...

Xuanzhu then said, "Actually, the abbot proposed growing his hair back because of the upcoming joint recruitment of disciples by the twelve sects."

"Due to certain reasons, the number of disciples who are willing to join our temple each year is very limited."

First of all, Chanyin Temple only accepts male disciples, which excludes all female practitioners.

Secondly, one must shave one's head.

Finally, Buddhist practitioners cannot seek spiritual partners, and there are numerous precepts to follow.

They all cultivate immortality, but there are eleven other sects to choose from.

Therefore, apart from those who are already monks seeking immortality, or those who have nowhere else to go, the number of male disciples who aspire to enter the Buddhist order is pitifully small.

The top three sects that recruit the most disciples each time are:

Nan Hua Sect: Sword cultivators, all about being cool.

Wuji Dao Sect: We have all the weapon styles you want to learn.

Shuiyue Sect: Both male and female cultivators are extremely beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

In short, the enlightenment that sends a dream to the virtuous is indeed a dream.

But Shanfa wasn't stupid. He decided to take the prominent Buddhist practitioners in the temple and try it for a year to see if growing hair could really enhance their competitiveness.

If feasible, the temple will no longer force Buddhist practitioners to shave their heads, allowing them to freely choose whether or not to grow their hair.

If growing your hair back doesn't work, then you should just get rid of these three thousand strands of hair.

After listening, Yun Yici looked at Xuanzhu's short stubble and fell silent.

She remembered something: the female protagonist shone brightly at the Twelve Joint Disciple Recruitment Conference, and then became a disciple of the Nanhua Sect under Ning Tinglan.

However, the female lead is still two hundred years away from being born, so don't worry.

The system dog whispered furtively, "Host, I have an idea."

Yun Yici: "No, you don't want to."

The system cried out, "I want to! I really want to!!"

"Let's go and take on apprentices too!!"

Yun Yici was somewhat tempted. It wasn't that she didn't want to revive the Lingwei Sect, the problem was...

"Now that I am a disciple of my master, even if I were to leave the sect, I alone would not be able to uphold the name of the Lingwei Sect."

"Moreover, when accepting disciples, one must also teach them the way of cultivation."

She herself is still cultivating under Wen Fuyue and Shen Huaichuan, how could she mislead others?

"Let me go back and discuss it with Senior Shen."

After Yun Yici finished speaking with the system, she thanked Xuanzhu.

She didn't know if Xuanzhu knew about Mingwu's matter, but she knew that the lotus flower Xuanzhu gave her that day had helped her a lot, and she would repay him when they met again.

Xuanzhu politely declined after hearing this. He didn't ask for anything in return; he was already more than happy to be able to talk to Yun Yici so simply, like friends.

He realized that a calm mind comes from a detached perspective, and he needed to continue his spiritual practice.