The Way of Spiritual Journey

Li Lang transmigrated here, and although he inherited the original owner's memories and already understood the composition of the writing system in this world, he had never had the chance to see it. Today, seeing its true form, his excitement was beyond words.

It is important to understand that written language is not only an expression of culture, but also a symbol of civilization.

On the blue planet of the past, the Chinese nation stood at the pinnacle of the world's nations like a dazzling pearl.

Why is this so? The fundamental reason is civilization.

Chinese civilization is ancient and enduring, vast and profound. Chinese characters evolved from all things, deeply and gradually revealing themselves. Each character is a spirit, every stroke imbued with soul, and mountains, rivers, and all things in the world contain its roots.

Its essence and wonder far surpass those crooked and distorted phonetic writing systems.

Moreover, those cannot be called writing in the true sense; at best, they are just symbols used to record survival.

When the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix saw Li Lang holding the silver notes and smiling so happily, their faces were full of disdain. In their hearts, they couldn't help but think, "This guy is no good. He doesn't do any work but gets all the benefits."

"Ahem." Li Lang seemed to sense the unfriendly gazes of the two men, gave an awkward smile, naturally put the silver notes into his pocket, and slowly returned. "Well, I can handle the rough work like cleaning up the battlefield. As for the nobleman's injuries, I'll leave it to you."

After Li Lang finished speaking, he picked up the woman from the ground and walked straight into the courtyard.

"Can this person be this shameless?" The two men, Zhuge Liang and Feng Chu, locked eyes and simultaneously formed their own judgment.

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In the courtyard, the seriously injured woman was still lying on the ground. The three of them, Zhuge Liang, Feng Chu, and Li Lang, also sat on the ground, surrounding the woman in a triangular formation. Their eyes met, and they remained silent for a long time.

"Well, it's been quite a while, and this esteemed person still hasn't woken up. I'll be taking my leave now. The journey of life is long, see you another day." Li Lang finally couldn't hold back any longer and stood up to take his leave.

"Amitabha! One should not be so shameless!" Monk Wolong did not move, but simply chanted a Buddhist prayer and spoke calmly.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Even a human being cannot be so heartless and insane!" The Phoenix Chick Taoist lowered his eyes and made a Taoist gesture with his hands, echoing the sentiment.

Upon hearing this, Li Lang, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped.

"Who are you talking about? Who are you talking about?" Li Lang roared in anger, turning around and yelling at the two of them, "Explain yourselves clearly! How am I shameless? How am I insane?"

Li Lang, having lived two lives, was educated in both, and still considers himself an intellectual, with an ingrained arrogance. He's willing to fight, and even more fearless in verbal battles; his only concern is someone ruining his reputation behind his back.

And this wasn't just behind someone's back; it happened face-to-face, and the defeat was so humiliating. How could this be tolerated?

"You've taken the money, you've hugged her, and you think you can just leave after it's all over? Isn't that shameless?" Monk Wolong remained unmoved, his words still calm and unhurried.

"Holding people when they're good and throwing them away when they're bad, even to Taoist priests and monks—only a heartless and insane person would do such a thing?" The Phoenix Chick Taoist had his own demeanor, and his words seemed to reflect on himself.

"You, you guys!" Li Lang was stunned, his mind racing to organize his thoughts, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"I didn't really want to leave, but I had no choice. She's so badly injured, and she's your benefactor, so I thought you should have a way to save her." Li Lang had no choice but to sit down on the ground again.

"The Buddha said, 'To help others is to save them,' so..." the monk said helplessly.

"The Taoist methods are profound and extensive, so naturally they can save you, but I have no medicine!" The Taoist priest said innocently.

"No, isn't it usually just about inputting internal energy?" Li Lang was bewildered, bringing up a serious plot from a movie in his previous life.

Upon hearing this, the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix looked at Li Lang as if he were an idiot.

"We've tried, but it didn't work." The monk was big and easygoing, and he didn't want to argue with Li Lang.

"Oh, I see." Li Lang's expression fell, and he fell silent.

"Wait, you just mentioned medicine?" After a moment, Li Lang suddenly remembered something and looked at Feng Chu.

"Unless the elixir is refined, it will not take effect immediately," Fengchu nodded.

"We don't have it, but maybe she does," Li Lang said, his eyes lighting up as he looked at the woman on the ground.

The Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix both nodded, then sat steadily on the ground like old dogs, without moving.

"If there's any medicine, it should be in her arms. You can find it easily. Hurry up and start searching," Li Lang analyzed solemnly, his tone quite sincere.

"Amitabha! Drinking alcohol and eating meat is one thing, it's out of necessity, and Buddha will surely understand my difficulties. But if I were to touch a female bodhisattva, Buddha would absolutely not tolerate it." Monk Wolong clasped his hands together and murmured as if in repentance, his face showing pain, revealing his inner struggle.

"Amitabha! The Daoist way is benevolent and can help people, but everything has its cause and effect. It is our duty to punish evil. We must not touch gold or silver, and we must not reach into the bosom of a female benefactor. Otherwise, we will be struck by lightning." The Phoenix Chick Daoist made a hand seal and spoke in a clear and thorough manner, explaining the cause and effect. He would never do such a thing.

Listening to these two head-shaking figures talking, Li Lang felt a headache coming on. Did they mean they didn't get their share of the money and didn't want to do any work, yet they were spouting so much nonsense?

Thinking of this, Li Lang sighed inwardly. These two unfortunate brothers were indeed having a hard time. Such a big courtyard, yet they didn't even have a place to sit.

Tables, chairs, and even beds were taken out and sold to buy food. I wonder if I went too far?

Li Lang knew that these two people were not bad people; they were kind-hearted and were waiting patiently for a benefactor to appear, as instructed by their master. But who was this benefactor? Nobody knew.

When Li Lang called out "benefactor" in his desperation, he actually meant to help them. That woman was most likely a person of great wealth and status. If they followed her, how could they not become rich and powerful?

Is it really a good thing for a monk or Taoist priest to follow a woman? Li Lang didn't think much about it.

Actually, Li Lang had another question he hadn't thought much about: a monk and a Taoist priest, both people who had left home to pursue their faith, should be free from worldly desires and ambitions, so why were they waiting for a benefactor? There seemed to be something unusual about this.

"Alright, three will do, one for each of you. I just forgot." Li Lang gritted his teeth, pulled out three silver notes, and handed one to each person.

"One hundred taels of gold?" Monk Wolong took the silver note without ceremony, glanced at it, and gasped.

"That's silver, it's a world apart from gold. Don't monks read or write?" Fengchu glanced at Wolong, her eyes filled with disdain, and said irritably.

"I know it's silver, but can't I ask?" Wolong retorted defiantly.