MC - Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze

As early summer approached, White Deer Prefecture entered its rainy season, known for its abundant rainfall. For the common people, such weather allowed them to steal some leisure amidst their busyness. Meanwhile, scholars seized the opportunity to venture out of the city in groups, indulging in countryside excursions.

Where in White Deer Prefecture did these scholars favor most? Apart from the structures preserved from previous dynasties, Deercry Monastery was undoubtedly the most welcome destination.

Deercry Monastery was one of the oldest sects in existence across the world. Only the Infatuation Daoist Temple could compare in terms of how long it existed, yet even then, it still fell short of Deercry Monastery's history.

Situated among the mountains by a river, Deercry Monastery maintained a low profile. Most monks who joined the temple would never leave for the rest of their lives.

However, Deercry Monastery was exceptionally accommodating to the common people, never forbidding their entry. Deercry Monastery even established a front temple area where monks delivered daily lectures, explaining buddhist teachings to visiting devotees.

It was thanks to these devotees that Deercry Monastery, with its monks who did not engage in production, managed to sustain itself.

Amidst the drizzle, a group of scholars climbed the mountain path. Leading them was an elderly man with white hair and beard, followed by mostly young men. They walked leisurely, occasionally reciting verses from the works of predecessors, embodying a refined and elegant atmosphere.

At the foot of the mountain path, several well-dressed women glanced curiously at the group ahead.

Though Deercry Monastery did not impose any mandatory donation requirements on its visitors, most who came were either wealthy or of noble status.

In contrast, a middle-aged man dressed in black and carrying a peachwood sword on his back seemed rather unremarkable. Judging by his appearance, he looked to be in his early forties, though his black-and-white-streaked hair

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Martial Cultivator Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze

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