Now that he has a mount beneath him, he can sleep on the road, so there's no problem.

After all, it's not me who doesn't need sleep, but Little Yin.

As expected, after a hot pot meal in Lingshui City, Duan Yun and Little Yin basked in the sun, feeling a bit drowsy from a food coma.

However, what made Little Yin suffer was that Duan Yun was already asleep atop her, while she had to continue rushing to Dusk Temple.

Otherwise, he wanted to see where her limits lay.

But Little Yin couldn't help but admire Duan Yun; after fighting for two consecutive days, he just seemed a little sleepy.

...

Dusk, Dusk Temple.

Dusk Temple was situated on a mountain.

This mountain wasn't very tall, and the temple gates weren't grand, yet at a glance, it still instilled a sense of magnificence.

The sunset bathed the earth, and the buildings of Dusk Temple seemed to encapsulate the glow of the sunset, making them look even more red and golden.

On the way, Duan Yun and Little Yin heard a saying in the Martial World that Dusk Temple always seemed to be in perpetual dusk.

Coincidentally, the two arrived at the temple right at dusk.

At a glance, Dusk Temple appeared even more dusk-like.

A wide bluestone staircase extended all the way to the temple gate.

On the path, only Duan Yun and Little Yin were present, creating an atmosphere of silent solitude.

This silence, paired with the grandeur of the temple, formed a solemn scene.

Walking on these stone steps, you could almost feel an awe as if about to meet true Immortals and Buddhas.

Duan Yun dismounted from Little Yin and climbed the steps.

He entered through the temple gate, crossed a giant stone-paved lotus plaza, and entered the grand hall to see a colossal Buddha bathed in dusk light, yet not a soul was in sight.

Such a magnificent and vast temple could make anyone feel insignificant.

But there was no one.

From entering the temple gate until now, not a single person was encountered.

Little Yin speculated, "Could it be the monks in the temple heard about you and fled."

Your relentless rampage always gives the impression that you won't rest until the skies change over Lingshui City.

Duan Yun speculated too, "Do you think the evil monks of Dusk Temple are timid?"

Little Yin shook her head.

It was her first time in Lingshui City, yet she'd heard tales of the evil monks of Dusk Temple early on her journey.

At least in her impression, Dusk Temple was notorious, more fearsome than Axe Gang and Frost Blood Pavilion.

And this empty temple alone felt quite oppressive to her.

If buildings could speak, Dusk Temple would undoubtedly give more chills than Axe Gang and Frost Blood Pavilion.

At least, her first time in Lingshui, just looking at the architecture, gave her a strong initial impact.

No one here.

Duan Yun continued deeper inside.

Soon, his footsteps suddenly slowed.

Because he heard the sound of sweeping.

Below the stone steps, under a tree of purple falling blossoms, an old monk carried a broom to sweep petals.

He leisurely swept the ground, the flowers gathering at the broom tip, forming an inherent Zen air.

He was the first person they saw after entering the temple.

Duan Yun approached him and asked, "Where are the temple monks?"

The old monk didn't lift his head, continuing his sweeping, answering casually, "They're gone."

"Where did they go?" Duan Yun asked.

"Wherever dusk is, that's where they go," the old monk replied.

"Isn't there dusk here?" Duan Yun asked.

It's clearly dusk, and this is Dusk Temple, how could there be no dusk?

The old monk continued sweeping, saying, "The monks of Dusk Temple believe dusk has four seasons. This time, there's no dusk here, so they went elsewhere, like migratory birds."

This statement was quite peculiar.

Duan Yun asked, "Why didn't you go?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "This humble monk is just a sweeper, why chase the dusk?"

From beginning to end, he never raised his head to look at Duan Yun, yet his words carried subtlety, even Little Yin sensed a Grandmaster aura.

Duan Yun pondered aloud, "You mean to say you're the only person left in this temple?"

The old monk flicked the broom and said, "When the temple is crowded, it's too noisy. Now, accompanied by the green light and Buddha, it's quite freeing."

Duan Yun nodded and said, "Goodbye."

If the temple was empty, there was no reason for him to stay.

But just after taking two steps, Duan Yun's figure flickered, and he was behind the sweeping monk, saying, "Master, quit pretending."

The old monk said, "Pretend what."

"Still pretending!"

Duan Yun pressed down on his head and said, "You don't seem simple, sweeping here so calmly, not even looking at me in the face. Aren't you an expert?"

Indeed, this kind of expert might be Dusk Temple's hidden boss.

Such a disguise technique cannot trick a traveler with extraordinary wisdom like me.

Little Yin thought it made sense.

"I am not," the old monk replied.

"Damn it! You're forcing my hand!"

"Beiming Divine Skill!"

The suction in his palm swirled, trying to extract the hidden True Qi from the old man.

Once I've seen your memories, let's see if you still pretend to be a hidden high master!

"You're alone here, so aren't you the hidden expert here?" Duan Yun interrogated.

"I am just a sweeper," the old monk's face already blurred, replied.

"Still pretending! Then tell me, why don't you look at someone as handsome as me?" Duan Yun drained and asked.

The old monk struggled and said, "I had a stiff neck last night, truly can't lift up, my lord."

Just then, a fragment of memory flowed into his mind.

The old man shivered suddenly.

Duan Yun released his grip, stood there bewildered, saying, "He really is just a sweeper, and really had a stiff neck."

The sweeping monk gasped for breath, his legs weakly trembling, a pained expression on his face said, "I already told you."

"Then why do you sweep so meticulously and talk cryptically?" Duan Yun asked.

"If the ground isn't swept properly, I get docked wages! What crypticity, speaking like this when sweeping at Dusk Temple, failing to say Zen-like things also gets docked wages," the sweeping monk explained.

This time, Duan Yun didn't doubt anymore.

Because just now, in the memory, he saw similar scenes where sweeping with some petal mud gets docked, eating without three light chews gets docked, speaking without Zen taste gets docked....

Before them was essentially an old working beast exploited by capitalists.

No, more like a rugged Xiangzi.

Duan Yun quickly apologized and said, "Take your time cleaning, oh right, when will the monks be back?"

The sweeping monk answered, "Unsure, based on past practice, approximately winter."

"Troubled, troubled, wait a moment."

The sweeping monk startled again, saying, "What now?"

"Don't move, I happen to be an obstetrician."

With a slap, Duan Yun pushed with his hand, and with a cracking sound, the stiff neck of the sweeping monk suddenly relaxed.

The monk joyfully twisted his neck and said, "Much more comfortable."

...

Duan Yun and Little Yin left.

The fight didn't happen, unsure if the monks of Dusk Temple evaded disaster or Duan Yun, the Young Hero escaped a calamity.

"Is everything alright?" Little Yin, with a bit of teasing tone, asked.

"Anything safe for now, we'll only see when winter comes," Duan Yun said.

According to the sweeping monk's saying, the evil monks of Dusk Temple don't travel in flocks, troublesome to find one by one.

An extermination works like fighting large groups, of course, the more gathered and dense the monster, the higher efficiency.

Little Yin gleefully stretched out and sighed, "Finally can have a good meal, take a good sleep."

This didn't end up a fight, almost like early vacation.

But at this moment, Duan Yun had mounted her again, saying, "Head to Wangchun City overnight."

"Huh? Wangchun City?" Little Yin squinted, feeling dazed.

"Rest a little at Wangchun City; we need to head to Qinghe City overnight."

"Qinghe City? Why?"

Little Yin immediately sensed the journey was extremely long.

"I have friends there; they likely miss me," Duan Yun explained.

Little Yin said blankly, "What does that have to do with me? I want to rest!"

Duan Yun tugged her pigtails and scolded, "This short distance doesn't deserve a rest! Aren't you aware other mounts can travel twelve hours a day, every day for thirty days straight?"

"Huh? Impossible!"

"Still daring to backtalk! Little Yin, let me see where your limits are!"

"Giddy-up!"

Little Yin swayed left and right carrying Duan Yun forward.

She looked at the sunset, always feeling it was her slipping youth.

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