"Master Dixian, come, come, sit here. Oh, it's nothing, you are a master, after all. It's rare for you to visit Pingyang. We practice martial arts and read books; we have the utmost respect for knowledgeable and cultured masters. Besides, Datong Prefecture is too far, and usually, we don't get the opportunity. Since you're here, it's perfect timing with the festival. How about we host a Buddhist ceremony at Pingyang Temple for two or three days to spread the teachings and guide the villagers towards goodness, not to mention attracting some festival tourists for us?"
"Amitabha... Mr. Liang gifted me Hanging Temple scriptures, there's no reason to decline..."
