Hou Niao returned to Xionger Town, and in the span of a year, there were no changes here; this is the contradiction between humans and nature. Staying here in seclusion, racking his brains, he feared he might never figure out how to find the bridge leading to the cultivation path that was uniquely his.
Among the three felt bags, the one belonging to the Daoist Zhi Sun remained unopened and covered in dust, but a new monk from the Buddhist Sect in Xinye had arrived; upon seeing Hou Niao, he did not show surprise, but simply greeted him quietly,
"I've seen Hou Shangzhen. I am Tideng, and this time I am here to succeed Tideng Monk in guarding the Yun Platform."
Hou Niao shook his head with a wry smile. This bald donkey had actually managed to get ahead of him?
"Alright, when I have the chance to see your Tideng master, tell him I look forward to cooperating with him once again."