Chapter 2839: The Place of Origin

Chapter 2839: Chapter 2839: The Place of Origin

After breakfast, the group gathered outside and boarded the prepared bus.

They headed to the largest local Daoist temple, Feng’en Temple.

On the way, Lin Yi called Lee Yongjin.

"There’s no need to worry about the project; you can arrange things freely on your side, but the details still need to be finalized. I can’t confirm how much we can offer you along the upstream and downstream industrial chains yet."

"There’s no hurry on that front, as long as we can finalize the big framework."

"You trust me that much?"

"Your name, Lin Yi, is worth treating with such regard," said Lee Yongjin.

"I’m honored to receive such a high evaluation from you."

"Are you attending an event today? Is there anything I can help with?"

"Although this is your turf, I can handle many things myself, so I don’t need your help."

"Alright."

With that, Lee Yongjin ended the call neatly, without any small talk with Lin Yi.

There weren’t many cars on the road, and after driving for about half an hour, they arrived on the outskirts.

Such a driving speed is unthinkable in Zhong Hai.

Everyone was coming here for the first time, full of curiosity.

But after arriving, they found that the place was very different from what they had imagined.

As the largest Daoist temple in the area, Feng’en Temple was far from grand and magnificent.

In terms of scale, it was not even a third of Shangqing Palace.

"The place isn’t big, but there are a lot of people, and the incense is quite vigorous."

Looking out the bus window, Zhang Xiaoyun said.

"Tomorrow is their Hundred Species Festival, which is similar to our Hungry Ghost Festival, so it’s normal to have more people."

"I see."

Soon, the bus stopped steadily at the entrance of Feng’en Temple, and Zhou Jing stood up and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at our destination."

At the gate of Feng’en Temple stood more than a dozen people wearing Daoist robes, which were quite different from those of Shangqing Palace.

It was easy to discern that they were from two different schools.

"Let me introduce everyone. This is Daoist Zhang from Shangqing Palace."

"This is Li Dongying, the Daoist Master from Feng’en Temple."

During the introduction, Zhou Jing flawlessly switched between languages, showcasing her strong ability.

After some simple pleasantries and greetings, the group was led into Feng’en Temple.

The translation work was handled by Zhou Jing.

"Uncle Master, is this really the top Daoist temple here? It seems like there’s not much, kind of like the small Daoist temples back home."

"Just look at how many people they have here; for such a scale, it’s already not bad," said Lin Yi.

"Nowadays, people browse too many short videos, always thinking they’ve seen the entire world through a screen, and assume their own country is deficient. But once they step out, they’ll realize things abroad aren’t all that great either."

"I didn’t have much of a concept before, but now that I’m here, I feel it’s really not that great," Zhang Xiaoyun complained.

"Even their capital only has a few bustling streets. The rest of the surrounding areas are like suburbs."

"That’s about right."

Although Feng’en Temple isn’t big and many facilities are a bit dilapidated, it hasn’t affected the incense, and visitors come in an endless stream, looking very lively.

Lin Yi and his group’s presence also attracted quite a bit of attention from the tourists.

"Look at how they’re dressed, it seems they aren’t from around here."

"They seem a bit like Yan Country people. Are they here to visit and learn?"

"They probably are. This is the birthplace of Daoism, so they’re here to reconnect with their roots and learn the purest Daoist culture. It’s only natural, and since tomorrow is the Hundred Species Festival, choosing such a special day to visit also aligns with Daoist rules."

Upon hearing the tourists’ conversations, Lin Yi couldn’t help but be amused.

These people really can’t change their ways, even challenging such common sense.

"Uncle Master, can you understand what they’re saying?" Li Yongnian asked.

"They’re saying that this is the birthplace of Daoism, and we’re here to visit and learn."

"Damn, are these guys a bit shameless? They actually dare to say such things."

"To say they’re shameless isn’t quite accurate," Lin Yi said:

"These people are either college students or ordinary folks. It’s understandable to say ignorant things. The root cause is still a lack of proper education. If they properly promoted this knowledge, such statements wouldn’t exist."

"These people are really annoying."

Zhang Xiaoyun, with a fiery temper, said:

"Sister Zhou, they’re saying the birthplace of Daoism is here. Ask if Daoist Master Li has applied for heritage status."

Zhang Xiaoyun’s words caught Zhang Youfu’s attention, and he also looked at Li Dongying.

Zhou Jing understood very well that every word and deed she made on this land represented her nation behind her.

So issues of principle must be clarified.

With these thoughts, she directly translated Zhang Xiaoyun’s words verbatim.

Originally full of smiles, Li Dongying’s expression froze in an instant.

He had also heard the tourists’ previous conversations but didn’t step forward to stop them.

As the abbot of the largest Daoist temple in Corea, his greatest dream was to erase traces of the past and sever ties with Yan Country, so when promoting, he often evaded the weighty questions. But he hadn’t expected them to bring it up to his face today.

"Daoist Master Li, as they say, trees have roots and water has sources. Daoism emphasizes inheritance. I think some things need to be explained to the public clearly."

Li Dongying showed some embarrassment, then addressed the tourists in the temple:

"There are some misunderstandings here. The birthplace of our country’s Daoism is Yan Country’s Golden Immortal Temple and didn’t originate locally."

Upon hearing this, the tourists present were all taken aback, looking very shocked.

"How is that possible? It’s clearly our country’s own thing; how could it possibly be theirs."

Lin Jiang: ...

Are these people all lacking intelligence?

"It might be due to our inadequate promotion, but the ancestral temple of our Daoist lineage is indeed Yan Country’s Golden Immortal Temple, and this is historically verified."

Seeing Li Dongying say this, the faces of the tourists showed a look of disappointment, their interest waning.

And on Li Dongying’s face, a trace of displeasure flitted across.

Originally, he had hoped to boost Feng’en Temple’s influence through this event, but hadn’t anticipated such an issue to arise.

However, this unusual emotion was well-hidden by him.

For him, this was only the beginning.

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