Willie, donned in a Taoist robe, paused for a moment to gaze at the grand gate of Changyun Temple before stepping inside.


    Changyun Temple is structured into three sections: the front, middle, and back courtyards. Only the front courtyard is essible to believers and pilgrims. This area is home to several temples, with the Sanqing Temple at the center, which honors the revered Taoist figure, the Sanqing Patriarch.


    The middle and back courtyards serve as the private quarters of Changyun Temple, where the abbot and his disciples practice and study Taoism.


    Whether it’s Charlie, Willie, the enigmatic hero, or the Mason depicted in a painting, they all possess mastery over spiritual energy and adhere to the teachings of Taoism.


    Thus, upon entering Changyun Temple, Willie made his way directly to the Sanqing Hall. After lighting incense for the three supreme deities of Taoism, he turned to a young Taoist priest standing nearby and inquired, “Fellow Taoist, would it be possible for me to request a short stay here?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The young Taoist, taken aback by Willie’s striking and extraordinary presence, responded respectfully, “May I ask which Taoist temple you represent? Do you have any credentials?”


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    Willie, smiling, replied, “I have been practicing abroad for many years and haven’t been to China for quite some time. Unfortunately, I do not have any documents.”


    “A legal document is needed to confirm your status as a Taoist priest. Otherwise, the younger generation may not be able to make a decision…”


    Willie remained unperturbed by this and calmly asked, “What is your supervisor’s name? What is your Taoist name?”


    The young Taoist answered respectfully, “Our supervisor’s Taoist name is Qingxu Sanren.”


    “Qingxu?” Willie smiled slightly and remarked, “Could it be that little baby Xuanjizi took in all those years ago?”


    The young Taoist was taken aback by this revtion!


    Qingxu Sanren, now over seventy years old, is well-known within the domestic Taoistmunity for his remarkable life story. He was abandoned at the Changyun Temple gates as an infant and adopted by Xuanjizi. After spending ten years studying with Xuanjizi, he eventually took over the role of Supervisor. His dedication to Taoism has made him a true master of the practice.


    Hearing Willie refer to such a venerable master as a “little baby” left the young Taoist astounded. He couldn’t help but ask Willie, “Esteemed Taoist, do you personally know our supervisor?” Willie replied nonchntly,


    “Not only do I know him, but I also held him when he was a child.”


    “Huh?!” The young Taoist was momentarily speechless!


    He murmured to himself, “Our Supervisor is over seventy years old. If you held him when he was young, that would make you at least ny. Yet, you appear to be only in your sixties…”


    Willie smiled and said, “I can’t exin it all to you right now. You should go report to him and simply tell him that Master wishes to see him.”


    “The Real Master Changqing…” The young Taoist muttered, having heard of this name before. However, recognizing Willie’s enigmatic demeanor, he did not want to be dismissive. So, he said, “Please follow me to the living room, Daoist Master. I will inform the Master right away and request that he meet with you!”